WHEN A KINGDOM PAUSES TO HONOUR A MAN

In Bille Kingdom, where the river remembers every paddle that has crossed it and the soil whispers the names of its faithful sons, history bent its knees in quiet reverence. The Agiri masquerade—ancient, sacred, and communal—rose not merely to dance, but to testify.

Sir Engr. Adokiye Tombomieye, OON, stood at the crossroads of time and memory, a living bridge between service and sacrifice. Long awaited was this moment, not because the kingdom forgets, but because gratitude, like a full moon, must rise at its appointed hour.

There was a season when questions came—timeless invitations to answer—when scrutiny hovered like a passing storm. Yet truth held its ground. He was exonerated, freed not by noise but by facts, proving that integrity needs no disguise. Thus, Bille Kingdom celebrates not a drugged man numbed by praise, but a man sobered by truth and delivered by time.

Agiri, the voice of ancestors clothed in raffia and mystery, has never danced for a single man. It has always risen for the kingdom. Yet history tilted gently, not to break tradition, but to stretch it—because when a man becomes a multitude of good deeds, honour becomes obligation.

Sir Engr. Tombomieye is the golden fish with no hiding place, his legacy too luminous for concealment. Like a lighthouse that speaks without a voice, his service guided many. As he cut the ribbon to declare the festivity open, fabric turned to symbol—the seam between labour and gratitude torn by destiny’s hand.

The masquerades danced, dust rising like incense, drums echoing memory. In their steps lived a simple truth: service still matters, character still endures, and integrity outlives inquiry.

History did not change its course—it merely paused…
to remember, to honour, and to say thank you.

By Romeo I Romeo

Mr prolific