If you are ever blindfolded,
On a journey to untold land,
Only to be freed at last
But left to name where you are;
Just look up the evening sky.
If you can see a league of bats?
Like traders returning back,
Welcome to the city of bats,
The great land of queen idia.
Welcome to the ancient city
Forget not Bob Izua,
You will find your way home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it wonderful.