The King was crowned in the palace, and it was time for him to dance with his family, chiefs, elders and friends who accompanied him to the Market Square for the final celebration. Unknown to him, the fragment of red melon was still conspicuously hanging on his moustache. As the dance progressed, the drummer saw the fragment of the red melon on the King’s moustache and translated it through his talking drum thus:
The King who does not listen to advice,
There is a fragment of red melon in your moustache.