On the bridge leading to the millionaires’ enclave of Ikoyi, a group of men lurk in the darkness, some with skyward-pointing rifles; the rest, waggling torches to stop passing cars, tap on their windows and ask drivers: “Something for me?”
It is no use going to the police. These men are the police. They demand hand-outs from motorists while they spend the night keeping watch for the armed gangs intent on ransacking the mansions of the Lagos elite.
