Leave your home, embark on a journey.
Leave your world in search for your honey.
If you can cross some barricading walls;
Slippery types, large and meant for a fall,
Walls of no cement, no sands or of blocks,
Not of stones, not of concrete or of rocks,
But huge walls of endless barricading lies.
These fictitious walls of the fainted skies,
Of multiple obstacles of some rocky hills,
So filled with ills that you need some skills.
You have to learn to fly on broken wings,
Then survive the storm before the springs.
Make your mark before you find your way,
You turn your back on the month of May,
You cross the line into the month of June,
There and then shall you find your moon.
©®Ibrahim Y. Aliyu, 2021, Zaria, Nigeria