Abuja.

Almost all your life,you've learned,from words and experience not to relate too closely with a particular tribe in your country. You're to be cautious about them.
They're knife-wielding,they hunger for war. So they need not be too many sparks,they'd create your death-furnace.

You've heard,you know.

Abuja.

No,they don't own the place. But they constitute a reasonable population. It's your first-adult-conscious time here.
You get on a bike,you fret. You're in thoughts. What if? What if? What if? I'm kidnapped? ... (Mind roving)

...taken to an unknown place. Stripped of everything. Given as wife to a man. Forcefully converted to some religion. Etc.

(Horn) (jerked back to reality)

You remember. "The Lord is your shepherd,you shan't want."

You hold your breath and repeat the 23rd psalm.