Some stories told,others yet to reckon,
Some chummy,others yet to groke,
Digging deep,
I went aside my abode,in breading moments,
In truth search I left,as elites crumbled.

MY ambitions intact for moments unborn.
To sail beyound boarders and seas.
A place of currencies,logistics and prestige,
To past tense my thorp,so heathen.

Predicaments I hugged along the journey,
Bringing me back to my milking place,most secured to be.
So nervous ,as I never wished lengthy days ever in my thorp,
But mum advocated,I settled at her hut.

Each day,do I ramble,feeding my eyes.
The clusters of Iriokos for reservoirs,
The cowhands favourite vegetation,
The soil a restaurant to the nations,
The men of strength and stamina, though lack techniques.
What a lucky ground brought me forth,I thought.

My ambitions, I then renovated,
Though boarders still I will cross,but not to be,
Though seas I shall cross,my thorp story I shall carry,
To great minds,my vegetation I shall tell,
My soil and ocean of value,I shall tell them.
For my thorp could become a world wonder,
Then is my journey filled to brims,enlightening the elites.