Back then when we use to to for snail hunting, everyone will go with their latin or a stick socked in kerosene and use to light up the way. One fateful night we entered the compound of one retired army man amd the man pursued us. And we ran without knowing the direction we are heading to , the funny thing is that all our light had went off.
When we went to the road side, it was only Ofon that was with his stick and a little kerosene. Ofon light the way let's go we are not doing again for today, we all agreed. That was our end of snail hunting for the night.
