In the land of bow and spear, of chieftain and warriors,  of hunters  and hunted. CHIEF SOLOMON DAUSHEP is the silent gatherer, the unsung providert, the hidden basket of colorful treasures, The planter of many standing trees. I hope my pen will remember HRH EDWARD ZHATAU the late  Ponzhi Tarok,   Oh! We raise you up and speak your praise in the shifting sands of power and candid rulings. You are the pyramid of constancy standing firm against the fierce winds of time. Your records are neatly kept in the memory card of our hearts. On the endless plains of impossibilities GEN. DOMKAP BALI brought home a leopard  skin, he proudly hung it at entrance of the exit of NKALANG O'TAROK. He's  the gentle matriarch that led the way through the fickle and blur paths for gallant soldiers. If my memory would serve me well, I will recall very shortly that in the thirsty dust of desperation, Hon. BENI LAR is  the baobab tree of sustenance rooted deep in the quenching earth of faith reawakening the department of abundance food and shelter in the land. She's the only poet who fell in love with her own words and married it for a lifetime,  she wrote a one sentence poem "THE BEST IS YET TO COME" and gathered the tears of  Tarok Land under her palm in the midst of mourning then she gave us reasons  to smile. Her voice have been heard in the agora calling the attention of peace and progress of the land. My impartial pen won't forget another son of the soil,  BARR. SOLOMON DALUNG (I'GBARMAN O'TAROK) Sir, you have gathered all the clans of the land under one roof, early this morning a tale was told, that your messenger Comr  TN Timkat is digging a grave to bury our differences in the land, and in the chaos of squabbling you sow seeds of oneness. My conscience shall hunt me if I dare forget UBANDOMA AKA UJ LAVEN, he's the political king of the land, he gathered  the stories of the land in the firelight of remembrance and keeping the spirit burning just to make sure that sen Dogo Nanzing and Ponmwa Zingfa wouldn't go astray years later. Nathaniel Ndam and Chriz Yung Wanta are now composing a songs that move on our swaying hips and shakes our stamping feet in the land. Wai Prof-Nanshin Wai

My erudite mentor, an erudite connoisseur, an astute bard, a great aficionado of arts but was born and brought up in the family of natural sciences. Sir, the children of the land and the entire world suckle on your ample bosom and fall asleep to your lullaby

Dear Burnan Armstrong Zittas and Jangkam Jnr, the victims of every tragedy seek solace in your arms and find comfort in your voice.  To Lakai Serg Bizzymouth and My boss Hezekiah Wazhi, you have  gathered the light of the land and in the darkest caves of evil you spread your luminescence

Max Melancholy and Timnan Nelson Ringnap have  gathered the orphans of the land and in the villages of their hearts, they offered them a place to call home through poetry. My erudite fellow connoisseur, Lohnan Nancwat,  he's  gathering the elders of the land and in the sacred councils of trust they're  showing us a better way.  Nifty Nangor Lohnan Lohnim Chirman were in attendance of that special meeting only for geniuses .  Oh! Oth Niel, LegendOpaque FreedomMamzum Binfa Jnr II and  Malcolm-x Nanfa Bindul,  when our past dries to a trickle you are the river delta that reunites our memories with the sea of history via the channels of deserted poetry. My best friends Wdr Jameson Nanvang James and Dennis Ponmak Berlin,  when our days are drought stricken you are the tireless pestle that grinds our hardship into the flour of wisdom, pounding our worries into joyfulness in the land.  Haske Nangar Danjuma and Nangar Jemkur Karnak,  when our future lies in shadow you are the wild prophetess that divines our destiny in the pattern of bones with your pretty faces because academia and its recent research have proven that any lady whose name is  NANGAR is naturally vivacious and gorgeous. Sahmah Esther Binkap is on her way from the desert with newly discovered words of motivation. She has been there 40 days and 40 nights making sure that every bard in the land gets sufficient words. 

If I mistakenly send my lazy feet beyond the land and reach out to my erudite mentors, I'll call the attention of Emmanuel Japheth, Wunika Ernest Joseph, Gideon Peace Perpetual and Prince GM Bedir and Chuwang Acense.  I will tell them thus; "In a world of folly and fear of division and diversion of begetting and forgetting, of regretting and exasperating,  you are the mighty gatherer the harvester of wholeness, the maker of peace and progress in the land. And to my newly found mentor, Lucky Stephen Onyah, the only poet who got himself buried in his own words, he has taught his pen to dig the deepest ground just to get virgin words to make love with,  I honour you this day and forever more. I am Comr Lucky Domkap, the gatherer of scattered potentials. 

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