Lagos doesn’t warn you.
It just happens — fast, loud, and without apology.

The night I was nearly robbed in Osapa London started like any other: smooth breeze, half-charged power bank, and a promise to meet a friend for a late-night drink. But Lagos had other plans.

Let me walk you through it.

10:37 PM – The Setup

I had just ordered a ride from my apartment in Ikate to meet a friend at one of those lowkey lounges tucked somewhere behind Circle Mall. It was a short trip — no more than 10 minutes — but for some reason, I felt uneasy.

The Bolt driver was too quiet. His windows were tinted — dark. I almost canceled, but the AC was cool and the music was playing Asa’s “Dead Again.”
Maybe that was the first sign.
10:52 PM – The Block

As we entered Osapa London, just near the quieter residential streets, a black Corolla suddenly pulled up in front of us — no number plates.

Three guys jumped out.

One went straight to the Bolt driver’s window.
Another tapped my side of the glass with something that looked very real.
The third circled to the back.

“Oga wind down,” one of them barked.
The Seconds That Felt Like Hours

Everything froze.

I could hear my heart. My chest tightened. The driver was trembling — he said nothing. I didn’t know whether to run or pray.

But in that moment of madness, the Bolt guy did something I’ll never forget:
He hit reverse. Hard.

The tires screamed. We backed into a danfo parked behind and scraped it — but he kept going.

The robbers ran after us for a second, shouting. One hit the car with a plank.
But that car didn’t stop.

11:07 PM – Safe but Shaking

We sped out of the estate road into Lekki-Epe expressway. Parked in front of a petrol station near Eleganza, the driver finally breathed.

I looked at him. He looked at me.

Silence. Just two strangers who had survived something they didn’t sign up for.

The Reality Check

Lagos can flip in seconds.
Osapa London may be gated, developed, and polished on the outside — but crime doesn't need a visa.
It can visit anywhere.

Till today, I don’t know who those guys were.
Were they targeting the driver? Me? Anyone?

But I do know this: trust your gut.
And if your spirit says “cancel the trip,” cancel it.




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