Mace

The other day I left Wuse Market – the main market in Abuja – and needed to get a bike. There were two on the pavement so, after the usual haggle over the fair, I jumped on one of them and we set off. Heading up the pavement we came across a man of the uniformed services (not sure which one). He was not best pleased at seeing two okadas on the pavement and started yelling and waving his fists. He stepped towards my bike, but (I presume) saw me and decided to go for the other. He charged. There was a scuffle. The okada tried to escape, but was foiled, pushed into the wall by the uniformed man who was whipping out a can of pepper spray from his belt…. I sped away not wanting to be around any longer.