We thought they had come back and cut the power cables. Shaking, we walked on home and we were just sitting down having a cup of coffee to try and recover our nerves and there was a power cut. So I’m saying, ‘What do you want? Money?’ And they said, ‘Yeah, money,’ and I handed some over. Their eyes were wild and Linda was screaming, ‘He’s a musician, don’t kill him,’ you know, all the unreasonable stuff you shout in situations like that. So, with that, all the doors of the car flew open and they all came out and one of them had a knife. It’s a holiday and we are tourists,’ giving the whole game away. But I said, ‘No, we are just out for a little walk. Then one of them, there were about five or six black guys, rolled down the window and asked, ‘Are you a traveller?’ I still think that if I had thought really quickly and said, ‘Yes, God’s traveller,’ or something like that to freak them out a bit, maybe they would have left us alone. It stopped again and Linda was getting a bit worried. So I said, ‘Listen, mate, it’s very nice of you, thanks very much but we are going for a walk.’ I patted him on the back and he got back in the car, which went a little way up the road. Then a guy gets out and I thought that he wanted to give us a lift.
A car pulls up beside us and goes a little bit ahead. Linda and I had set off like a couple of tourists, loaded with tapes and cameras, to walk to Denny’s house, which was about twenty minutes down the road.
After we had been in Lagos a couple of weeks, we were held up and robbed at knife point.