The journey began as a joke
Till giant strides together yoked,
And there we stood, exchanging vows
Inner me smiled, exclaiming; wow !!!
Like a palm tree gallantly firm
Amidst the dust, and in the storm
Growing so tall, far from a fall
Never scared of heavy down pour
Instead making rich palm wine sap
And thick red oil that never slaps
May we never be affected
By seasons, no matter how red.