It's an odd feeling - living with a curfew.
I am in Kano, in northern Nigeria. After protests over the removal of fuel subsidies turned violent, officials here declared a curfew from dawn to dusk.
That means you have no business being on the street during those hours.
So here we are (me and the colleagues I work with) trying to finish up some filming, we have a live crossing to do, an interview with a minister in an hour, and them somehow have to dash back to the safety of our hotel.
It was a nightmare, but we make it just in time.
My problems are minor compared to those who actually live here. I am just passing through.
I went to the market in Kano, one of them anyway, and saw people trying to make a living.
A butcher complained about the rise in prices of basic commodities and how the market is very quiet since the curfew was imposed.
Everywhere I go someone tells me how quiet things are in Kano.