Hail, O noble people of Wyojave, children of the sacred waters and the boundless savannas, heirs to the wisdom of our ancestors! I, Grand Vizier Willard, entrusted by the Gods and belonged it with the sacred duty of guiding this most blessed land, stand before you to honor the legacy of our forebears and the unyielding spirit of our great nation.

From the days when our fathers cast their nets into the bountiful waters of Lake Victoria, to the era when Nubian hands tilled our fertile soil and the wisdom of Egypt graced our temples, Wyanjave has risen, steadfast as the sun, unbroken as the flowing river. The divine decree of Pharaoh Senefuru, blessed be his name, established our land under the care of the Grand Viziers, a line of rulers bound not by ambition, but by duty, by wisdom, and by the eternal bond between ruler and people.

O children of the two lands, hear these words! We are the chosen of the gods, the keepers of knowledge, the bearers of the light of The Risen land. Our temples stand as testaments to our faith, our palaces as symbols of our strength, and our fields as proof of our prosperity. The mighty hand of our forebears carved this land from the embrace of the wilderness, forging an empire of peace and wisdom. Let not the whispers of doubt nor the shadows of weakness ever cloud our purpose, for we are Wyanjovians, bound by duty, blood, and the sacred order of the divine.

Let the traders bring forth the riches of our land, let the scribes inscribe our victories upon the stones, let the warriors sharpen their spears in unwavering vigilance! For Wyanjave stands, eternal as the stars, strong as the lotus upon the sacred Nile, and steadfast as the cliffs that guard our beloved shores.

To the warriors of the Grand Army, you are the shields of our people, the guardians of our honor. As the Sun d'oip protects its pride, so shall you defend this blessed realm. The sacred duty of service is a path of valor and sacrifice, a journey that binds you to the spirits of those who have come before. Let none falter, let none break, for the strength of one is the strength of all.

To the learned scribes and wise artisans, you are the builders of our legacy, the architects of eternity. By your hands, temples rise, histories are written, and the will of the gods is made manifest. May your minds remain sharp as the chisel upon stone, your spirits unyielding as the pillars of our great halls.

To the farmers and fishers, the lifeblood of our nation, yours is a task as sacred as the prayers uttered in the temples of our ancestors. As the Nile nourishes the lands of the North, so too do your hands nourish the people of Wyanjave. Honor your labor, for it is a labor blessed by the gods.

And to all who call this land home, hear the decree of your Grand Vizier! Wyanjave is eternal. We stand as one people, one land, one spirit. May the gods grant us wisdom, may the Nile's distant waters remember our name, and may our kingdom shine brighter than the sun at its zenith.

• Hail, Wyanjave! Hail, the unbroken legacy! Hail, the eternal reign of our people!

Given under the divine authority of His Grand Viziership, Willard, on this most sacred day.

Dated: 30 Nikela, 2025 WJ