I was an hour today in the go-slow, the traffic jams which have inspired many a Lagos musician to pen a tune or two. Trying to pull out onto a main road, we came across a pick-up truck full of military in full battle-gear. Jet black dark glasses, helmets with visors and padded neck guards, flak jackets with pouches stuffed full, presumably, with ammunition, and bayonets, the blades glinting in the afternoon light. Finding themselves stuck in the jam, two of the guys leapt out of the truck and started screaming for cars to move this way and that, jabbing their bayonets near car windows, while the pick-up lurched violently forwards until it was out of the jam, and then was away. The traffic very quickly soaked up the space they had made.