I can guess.
If you want to be safe, don't go out in public.
I have often told the story of this black lady I know who visited her husband’s home in Nigeria.
It was a small city (population, maybe 50,000).
The family home looked like a ramshackle shack, just like all the other homes in town.
However, the family was fairly comfortable. They explained that in their village anything that was of value would be stolen. Therefore they pretended to be poor—kept a very low profile.
Other highlights of the trip—the black lady, her husband and their driver were waylaid and robbed by troops on the side of the road.
When they asked the driver if it was rebels who had robbed them, the driver explained that it was actually government troops.
It turned out that the soldier’s paychecks had never arrived, so they had to pillage strangers to survive.
The black lady said she kissed the ground on her return to America.
We _really_ do not want to become Nigeria.