By: Admin.
From birth hath the Lord taken delight in making thee King over thy people according to how thy heart always desireth.
When thou wast little in thine own sight, thou didth raise a loud voice unto the Lord saying: “Thou oh Lord which spareth thy servant, I beseech thee, set thy servant upon the throne to rule over thy people, that it shalth be well with the land.”
Did the Lord not raise thee and made thee King over the tribes of the River Cross?
And the Lord sent thee on a journey, and said, “Ben Bengioshuye, son of Akinsheye, the son of Ayade, go ye and utterly relief thy people of their burdens as thy heart always desireth.
“Pursue the tears that weary thy people until they are fully consumed and set thine land firmly upon thy God.”
And it came to pass that on the Octennial cycle, thine own people whispereth unfavorable things about thee.
Wherefore then didst thou not obey the voice of the Lord, but didst fly upon the spoils of thine land, and didst evil in the sight of the Lord?
Why hath thou denied thine people your noble wishes which thou hath nursed from thy youth?
To whence did the glory of thy dreams to comfort thine people fly?
Why hasth thou spared the best of the sheep, cattle and of the oxen for thy polished oak tables and left thine land in squalor?
Though thy trumpets of Peregrino proceedeth to proclaim the beauty of thy works saying, “I have obeyed the voice of the Lord, and have gone the way which the Lord sent me, and have brought my people out of squalor”
Thinkest thou not that the Lord knoweth not the matters of the land. If thou didst set thine land firmly upon the good as thou proclaim in the ears of the Lord, what meaneth then the bleating and whispering of thine own people?
Because thou hast rejected the word of the Lord over thy people, the people also rejected thee at the polls.
And as the end of thy days on the throne draweth nigh, the Lord shalth rent the tribes of the River Cross from thee, in three dozen days and two, and place their fate in another saucer.
And thy days on the throne shalth always be embroided as the years of plunder. Selah!
Yours sincerely,
Citizen Agba Jalingo.
