My family lives in one of those locations in Kaduna where the well-off and the very poor rub shoulders, literally. My household is one of those privileged to share fences with its peers - homes with high fences and gates and security men and a little of this and that to spare or share.
Our streets are neat and relatively secure, at least as secure as any part of Nigeria today can claim to be, which is not saying much. You can count about two hundred households on this side of the city that was made to yield our portion to the new settlers like us who needed to live apart but had no homes or carved out land to build in the old Government Reserved Areas (GRA).
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