Looking over the balcony of my sculpted, storied building, I sit content, taking in the balmy, breezy air,  soaking in the scenery of this famed destination The camaraderie on the ancient streets,  the smiles, the banter;  Ina kwana? (how was your night?) Ina gejiya! (hope it was restful?) Barka da zuwa! (welcome back)   I am proud of the city's diversity;  the clasping of hands, the curtsies, the fashion, the blend of cultures, of peoples and destinies! This is the liberal state!  In the heart of the savannah! This is Kada city! Kaduna, my home!   The sporadic violence not withstanding  We always had one another's back We always remained a people  But one day, gun shots rang across the city  Bombs exploded in strategic locations Dead bodies strewn all over the land  In panic, I fled to the rain forest    Ten years later, I return to see what is left of my home  Wayo Kaduna! (I lament for Kaduna)  Things are no longer the same! The people are no longer at ease! The hydra headed monster has paid us a visit! Who opened the gates of Kada city to hackers of limbs, lives, destinies?  There are now bombs on the streets, on campuses and barracks!   Is this my home?  Where is the safety we once knew?  Who slaughtered peace as a burnt offering to fear, hatred, bigotry?  Was Lord Lugard ever here?  Were Sardauna and Balewa ever the princes and inspiration of this city?  Isn't this the cradle of Nigeria's military education?  Where is the Kaduna Mafia?    Someone answer my questions, please!  I need for these bombs to stop!  I need for the hatred to stop!  I need for us to become a people again! Because this Kaduna is a stranger to me! I need the old Kaduna back! I need it back NOW!     Note  This poem was written in response to the violence that ripped through Kaduna - the Nigerian state where I grew up - ripping it of its sense of community. It also happens to be my very first poem.