AT NEMBE KINGDOM HALLYouth ever taking heed to the clarion callIn his sharp terrors voice cried the public relation officer.Attention! Attention!! Attention!!! All ear alertShall we heed this majesty’s invitation!So we marched flying off our prestigious head dressingWith so much adoration admirers turned to lookAs we arrived in the midst of dames and noblesIn a sixteen feet tall and many meters wide buildingDecked with historical educative works of artAt the platform sat the chiefs high and loftyRichly clad in their colorful indigenous dressesGongs and drums laid neatly on the floor asideAwaiting the touch of the melodious music makersSeated forward in khaki were the erudite organization delegatesFrom the heart of northern Nigeria they had journeyedWith a rare victual of honor conferment preparedfor the kingThe daughters of the land cheerful facedIn immaculate white blouses and double wrappersHead gears dazzled like young egrets in motionWe settled to await the arrival of his eminenceAnd boom! The music went off with the king in sightThe sceptre and flag went before him and their bearersAll arose in honor of the distinguish guestClothed in fine near scarlet royal attireWith a rich red head dress signifying his highnessChains of bead dangled down his neck covering his chestHead hoary and face placed the nature of a sageThe speaker announced the entrance of the king and othersAnd his titles read off in voice unwaveringDr Edmund M. Dogaura Mingi the XII Amanyanabo of Nembe kingdomFormer Minister of petroleum Resource NigeriaFormer Chairman of OPEC West AfricaEpitome of excellence, a youth motivatorApplauses hesitated not to follow each declarationYoung erudite delegate in his well fitting khakiStood to unveil their identity as well l as state their missionIn voice sound and clear like the cry of Achilles in battle he readTo the left and right high up on the wall were drawingOf heroes past, their inventions and attainments.At the front behind the king and his council laidThe drawing of the Nembe warship of oldA dozen men paddling steadily to the leftBeneath a raised roof of thatch and canvasDecorated with triangular pieces of cut cloth of many colorsThey sailed fearlessly, ascending into betterA great kingdom seated at the middle of the watersAll protocol duly observed and all well settledThe king, eloquent in speech, excellent decorumA scholar of scholars showcase his long years of learningSpeaking and addressing, from experience and observationThen youth, the chiefs, men and women alike like a fatherUrged everyone to prove themselves before the AlmightyTo retain their culture and uphold the ancient landmarksA long speech rich in historical facts and eventsEnded at last with applauses of gratitudeAnd off again he went on his own native tongueA fascinating language with its forceful and beautiful rhythmThe Ezon language would make a strange smileAgain the music erupted in a new dimensionThe daughters of the land arose to playGently moving their tall back finely built figuresThey moved with grace as to express their innate art paddlingFrom the right to the left and from the left to the rightAs those on the waters in canoes navigatingIt was time for the king to bid us farewell“Noa O’ Mingi Amanyanabo” the music resoundedThe royal bell announcing the King’s departure rangDangling from a long metal pole of a sizeable diameterThis rested vertically on the shoulders of two menEached clothed in large wrapper toppled with long loose shirtsFelt shod in shoes of soft leather and harts overtheir headsThe sons of the land had all come in this mannerSaying goodbye to the king as well as all dismissed.