A FIGHT AT THE BUS STOP
Crime is common in Nigeria, although God has protected us. At the bus stop in Benin City, we were accosted first by a woman who appeared to be a diseased prostitute. We had to be very stern with her, as she wanted to get close enough to pick our pockets, I had to forcibly push her hand away when she insisted on coming too close. Then there was a strong tall young man who appeared to be drugged or drunk, but who insisted on getting in my face, closer and closer, until his face would have been touching my own. He also appeared to be demon possessed. The man walked rapidly toward me in what seemed to be an attack mode. When he refused to retreat, and, when his face would have crashed into my own, I hit the front of his left shoulder with the palm of my right hand, hooked the back of his right shoulder with my left hand, and spun him into a choke hold, but without choking him. I quickly stepped backward, still holding the man, and applied weight to his upper body to prevent him from being able to kick back at me. A large crowd of people were looking on. After this, I released the man, and he did not attack me again, but stood cursing me, I returned his greetings in Jesus’ Name, and he went away. The crowd seemed pleased at the way I handled the situation, as he seemed to have a reputation for bullying and intimidation.