Some of you read my tweet on Saturday night/Sunday morning…
“Fuck. We were just nearly arm-robbed and car-jacked. Thank god for LagosDad’s quick thinking. Home now. *sigh of relief*”
Thank you so much if you replied to ask how we were doing. I really appreciate it.
I’m still scared shitless. The thought of what *could* have been makes my heart beat faster with fear.
Let me tell you what happened.
On Saturday night, LagosDad and I decided at about 9pm that we would meet with some friends for dinner. After dinner, they insisted on going to a club, so we agreed to go for one drink (which turned into two or three).
At about 2.45am we all left, got into our cars and went our separate ways.
We stopped at the traffic lights on a main road and a car (a Toyota Yaris) pulled up in the lane next to us. LagosDad was muttering something about how no one ever stops at traffic lights at night. Someone behind us beeped their horn, proving his point.
The Yaris which had pulled up next to us moved forward, partially blocking us and allowed other cars to get through. The light was still red. LagosDad said something along the lines of, ‘What an idiot! Why’s he stopped right there?’
The light turned green. The man in the Yaris didn’t move. LagosDad beeped his horn. Suddenly the driver opened his door. He looked angry. He started walking towards our car very purposefully with one arm stretched out in front of him. That’s when we saw the gun.
I don’t know how he did it so quickly, but LagosDad just stepped on the gas and drove. But the only way to get away (since the Yaris was blocking us), was to bash it out of the way and remove its door with our car.
I don’t think we were able to piece it all together (why he stopped in front of us, etc) until we got home. And until we got home, all LagosDad did was moan about the damage to our car.
We didn’t talk properly about what had happened until Sunday afternoon when, in the bright sunshine, we saw the damage to our car and realised how lucky we were.