>> I visited Nigeria in the early 1980s. The security police kept stopping cars from the airport and asking for money.
>> I was with a local and avoided paying.
You can be lucky like that, but locals can't save you when the fuzz home in. I was in a good recommended taxi when we met this roadblock. The soldier who came to look at us addressed me, not the driver who was petrified. Perhaps we weren't properly licensed. Anyway clearly I was deemed the responsible, well-heeled party.
'What are you going to give me?' the soldier asked with disarming mildness. My heart melted and I peeled off one of many tenners. They might have been nairas, but you get the idea.
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