Bar Beach, Lagos, Nigeria.
Shortly after the military coup which banished Yakabu Gowon to the UK.
Five rebels tied to stakes on Bar Beach.
The predominately Muslim crowd had been gathering all day in their best clothes to witness the execution. It was a scene like a holiday at Disneyland with everyone talking and laughing.
At noon the firing squad loaded, aimed and fired.
There was a hush for a minute or two as the rebels jerked and twitched and finally became still, hanging from the stakes.
Then the rumbling started. It was over much too quickly! They had gone to a lot of trouble to see blood and gore! They wanted MORE!
The firing squad obliged. They reloaded and shot them again, and again, and again, and again, each time to the roar of the crowd.
The sand around the stakes was red with blood, and the bodies were blown to bits, threatening to slide through the ropes onto the sand.
Still grumbling, but with a satiated blood lust, the crowd finally dispersed.
I was a very novice world traveler at that time, and this scene stayed fresh in my mind for many years.
Islam, RoP, my a$$.