The truck, with
about fifteen large men in the back, came whirling out of the chaotic roundabout
and smashed into the back of our car, shunting us forward with rending and metallic noise. We pulled onto the side of the road. The truck stopped and all the occupants surrounded us at speed. One of them, with what I took to be odd logic, shouted out, "You crashed into us man! You will have to pay!" At the
wheel of our car, Blessed tried to engage first gear and pump the accelerator
to get us out of there. However, the truck guys jumped on the car and held it back
easily with their bare hands. One of them jumped on the roof, another sat on
the bonnet, the rest formed a scrum around the front bumper. It began to
dawn on me this might be a life-threatening situation. Welcome to Kaduna! I thought to myself.