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When I received the message that I had been summoned by His Royal Highness, the Ohinoyi of Ebiraland, Alhaji Ahmed Tijani Anaje, to grace his presence, I was consumed by the pool of my own thoughts.
I knew I needed an armor made from steel to ascend his tower so high. But from that summon, I deduced the humility in the majesty’s tone, thus, I laid my worry to rest. He didn’t order that I must oblige with immediateness, rather, at my own luxury.
“Being the custodian of the highest traditional stool, his is to call and ours to oblige, therefore, I shall rest all engagements to grace the palace”, I remarked.
In fortnight, I made my way and arrived in a morning of splendor, when the half of a yellow sun had just risen from the horizon.
It was my first in the newly built palace.
I sensed the glamours that paraded the poles, the happy camels that were galloping in like it was the ocean of Sahara. Is it the rime that flowed beautifully like the encompassing Nile, or the turbans in all nooks and crannies like a Taliban empire sites. It was indeed a solidified Everest.
And a strange voice called in a beautiful symphony, having waited a while in the palace chambers, that his Highness has asked that I be granted immediate access to his private courtyard.
I bade his majesty greetings in the SAAKI’s spree and exchanged pleasantries. After the basics, He reminisced his admiration for the humanitarian services and efforts evidently prevalent on the internet beyond measures for his subjects and other citizens across border, spurred its growth and continuity, and invoked against possible clogs in the wheel of the Foundation.
His Majesty expressed his unwavering good wishes and support, having expressed my concerns for communal development and integration amongst other worrying degrees.
A couple of hours later, we reached a resolution to disperse and reconvene on another occasion.
God bless the King and direct the bearing of his compass to the right axis.
When those who attempt goodness are applauded and given the ovation by the elders, they are patted towards growing their laurels, even if their parent intentions wasn’t for their praises to be sung.
Allahumma bārik
I knew I needed an armor made from steel to ascend his tower so high. But from that summon, I deduced the humility in the majesty’s tone, thus, I laid my worry to rest. He didn’t order that I must oblige with immediateness, rather, at my own luxury.
“Being the custodian of the highest traditional stool, his is to call and ours to oblige, therefore, I shall rest all engagements to grace the palace”, I remarked.
In fortnight, I made my way and arrived in a morning of splendor, when the half of a yellow sun had just risen from the horizon.
It was my first in the newly built palace.
I sensed the glamours that paraded the poles, the happy camels that were galloping in like it was the ocean of Sahara. Is it the rime that flowed beautifully like the encompassing Nile, or the turbans in all nooks and crannies like a Taliban empire sites. It was indeed a solidified Everest.
And a strange voice called in a beautiful symphony, having waited a while in the palace chambers, that his Highness has asked that I be granted immediate access to his private courtyard.
I bade his majesty greetings in the SAAKI’s spree and exchanged pleasantries. After the basics, He reminisced his admiration for the humanitarian services and efforts evidently prevalent on the internet beyond measures for his subjects and other citizens across border, spurred its growth and continuity, and invoked against possible clogs in the wheel of the Foundation.
His Majesty expressed his unwavering good wishes and support, having expressed my concerns for communal development and integration amongst other worrying degrees.
A couple of hours later, we reached a resolution to disperse and reconvene on another occasion.
God bless the King and direct the bearing of his compass to the right axis.
When those who attempt goodness are applauded and given the ovation by the elders, they are patted towards growing their laurels, even if their parent intentions wasn’t for their praises to be sung.
Allahumma bārik
When I received the message that I had been summoned by His Royal Highness, the Ohinoyi of Ebiraland, Alhaji Ahmed Tijani Anaje, to grace his presence, I was consumed by the pool of my own thoughts.
I knew I needed an armor made from steel to ascend his tower so high. But from that summon, I deduced the humility in the majesty’s tone, thus, I laid my worry to rest. He didn’t order that I must oblige with immediateness, rather, at my own luxury.
“Being the custodian of the highest traditional stool, his is to call and ours to oblige, therefore, I shall rest all engagements to grace the palace”, I remarked.
In fortnight, I made my way and arrived in a morning of splendor, when the half of a yellow sun had just risen from the horizon.
It was my first in the newly built palace.
I sensed the glamours that paraded the poles, the happy camels that were galloping in like it was the ocean of Sahara. Is it the rime that flowed beautifully like the encompassing Nile, or the turbans in all nooks and crannies like a Taliban empire sites. It was indeed a solidified Everest.
And a strange voice called in a beautiful symphony, having waited a while in the palace chambers, that his Highness has asked that I be granted immediate access to his private courtyard.
I bade his majesty greetings in the SAAKI’s spree and exchanged pleasantries. After the basics, He reminisced his admiration for the humanitarian services and efforts evidently prevalent on the internet beyond measures for his subjects and other citizens across border, spurred its growth and continuity, and invoked against possible clogs in the wheel of the Foundation.
His Majesty expressed his unwavering good wishes and support, having expressed my concerns for communal development and integration amongst other worrying degrees.
A couple of hours later, we reached a resolution to disperse and reconvene on another occasion.
God bless the King 👑 and direct the bearing of his compass to the right axis.
When those who attempt goodness are applauded and given the ovation by the elders, they are patted towards growing their laurels, even if their parent intentions wasn’t for their praises to be sung.
Allahumma bārik
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