By Adamu Hamza Marree Talum
On Behalf of Chief Hon. (Dr.) Sule Tekile
Barade Shelleng | Garkuwa Kiri | Chabruwa Nunguraya
In the heart of Adamawa’s golden plains,
Where the Benue’s whispers kiss the grain,
Lies Shelleng — cradle of peace and pride,
Home of the Dera, whose hearts abide
In unity, culture, and the song of rain.
Behold, Menjauli! — the festival of praise,
When drums awaken ancestral ways;
When voices rise with grateful tone,
To thank the gods for seeds well sown.
From Gasi to Kubo, the fields rejoice,
As the people gather in a single voice.
The Amna stands — protector and guide,
While youths in rhythm dance beside.
The calabash brims with wine divine,
Poured to spirits of ancient line;
The drumbeats roll, the chants ascend,
Where past and present sweetly blend.
O Menjauli! flame of heritage bright,
You summon our souls to the light —
Through song and story, feast and art,
You bind our spirits, heart to heart.
The craftsman’s hand, the dancer’s grace,
Each bears our culture’s timeless face.
From Bodwai’s hills to Libbo’s shore,
From Guyuk’s plains to Buma’s lore,
Dera and kin in joy unite,
A tapestry woven, bold and bright.
In every rhythm, in every cheer,
Echoes the hope we hold most dear.
Let all who wander draw near and see
The beauty of our unity.
For in Menjauli’s sacred flame,
We find our honor, our ancient name.
Long live the Dera nationality!
Long live Shelleng in prosperity!
Long live our Chief — steadfast, wise,
Whose heart for culture never dies!
May peace like rivers ever flow,
As Menjauli’s spirit continues to glow.
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