“It’s a diviner tax.” I grip the draped fabric of my pants, still haunted by the guard’s touch. “They came for Mama Agba, too. Probably hitting every home in Ilorin.”
  Tzain presses his fists to his forehead as if he could smash through his own skull. He wants to believe that playing by the monarchy’s rules will keep us safe, but nothing can protect us when those rules are rooted in hate. 


This could be compared to / A message I take from this scene is. As a message from me i could say be in real life this could be a massive worry its like the power of one story of how racism works. Not treating the black people right and they don't think their safe as they are also following rules that hated and dangerous cause its harming them and they need to speak up and say something to make sure they are safe and equal with each other.