Goodreads asked Dunstan Ayodele Stober:

What mystery in your own life could be a plot for a book?

Dunstan Ayodele Stober Over 35 years later, I still can not figure out how I found my way home.

When I was about 10 or 12 years old, our most-prised possessions were two dark green metal jerry cans. We could not even afford them, they were a gift to dad. Every household needed them because of the scarcity of petrol at the time.

I was home alone one day when two men came in with a pack of meat. "Your dad sent us to drop this and collect the jerry cans to refill. You will come with us so you can bring back the refilled cans. It must have been between 2 - 4 PM, the sun was still up.

I left home with these guys on the trek of my life. They took me through some of the notoriously violent neighbourhoods I have ever seen to date. We went to through narrow dirt roads, passed though a few compounds, jumped over stinking gutters and even climbed some walls.

After a few hours, I was exhausted from the walk which felt like running through a military obstacle course. And started falling behind them, until it was dark and it started to rain.

They abandoned me in the middle of nowhere, wet and crying. But no one took notice, probably assuming I was just another street kid in the area.

I have tried so hard, without success, to replay the events of that fateful night of how I got home.

I could not explain myself to my parents then and neither can I do it now.

It was a mystery. An event I should forget but never will. I am grateful to God I made it home safely from an ordeal that could have turned fatal.

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