Fark. I lived in Nigeria during the eighties. We lived in guarded compounds with glass shards in the tops of the walls. The windows were barred and the verandah was in a cage. We often had bleeding individuals appear on our doorstep, because taxi drivers knew that my mum would at least help with bandages, at any hour of the day. The attackers were armed gangs that attacked people coming from the airport. Supermarkets often had nothing to sell. We would overcome that by filling our suitcases, from Europe, with preserved meat, cheese and sardines, and would have to stock a supply of cheap-but-expensive-looking watches, to bribe the border guards, to get the food in.
My dad was held at gunpoint for 48 hours, because he carried a briefcase into the hinterland on a small plane, to discuss some business, and he had some papers in there. The insane individuals believed the briefcase was full of cash, and were screaming at him to gib-de-money. Luckily the pilot saw what was happening and managed to alert someone. Yeah everything that was not bolted down there was stolen too. I don't know what it is like now in Lagos - but the company my dad was working for, has left the Nigerians to it. We had rolling blackouts everyday, and so had a thumping diesel generator in the compound, with a chap who would turn it on and maintain it, who also lived in the compound.
Such a noice country, we still have PTSD from the experience.
Fark. I lived in Nigeria during the eighties. We lived in guarded compounds with glass shards in the tops of the walls. The windows were barred and the verandah was in a cage. We often had bleeding individuals appear on our doorstep, because taxi drivers knew that my mum would at least help with bandages, at any hour of the day. The attackers were armed gangs that attacked people coming from the airport. Supermarkets often had nothing to sell. We would overcome that by filling our suitcases, from Europe, with preserved meat, cheese and sardines, and would have to stock a supply of cheap-but-expensive-looking watches, to bribe the border guards, to get the food in.
My dad was held at gunpoint for 48 hours, because he carried a briefcase into the hinterland on a small plane, to discuss some business, and he had some papers in there. The insane individuals believed the briefcase was full of cash, and were screaming at him to gib-de-money. Luckily the pilot saw what was happening and managed to alert someone. Yeah everything that was not bolted down there was stolen too. I don't know what it is like now in Lagos - but the company my dad was working for, has left the Nigerians to it. We had rolling blackouts everyday, and so had a thumping diesel generator in the compound, with a chap who would turn it on and maintain it, who also lived in the compound.
Such a noice country, we still have PTSD from the experience.
However, it sounds even worse in SA.