The Black Land. From its Black earth and clay, Khnum fashioned the first human beings according to the philosophies of the ancient centre of Abu, which was the entrance to Kush and the site of Ta-Seti, the first sepat of Kmt, signified by the inscription of the elephant. It is upon these black soils where the trinity of the frontier that was Elephant City where the drama of creation unfolded on the potter's wheel. It was in this domain of the Black Land where Khnum, Satjit, Anuket and their offspring dwelt as visions of indigenous and multiethnic Kush and as the manifestation of the Akhet floodwaters of the Nile herself at this early cataract.

From the Black Soils, Khnum set forth a genesis story from the principles contained within the same mystical river in the later dream of an Eden. It was Khnum who fashioned rmt out of the black clay along the banks of the Nile. At the banks, the soil came with Anuket from distant yet connected and venerated places selected by Hapi themself. The black soil was pure like obsidian, as black as polished granite, carrying the fecund pieces of the highlands of Ethiopia to the Nile and depositing it for continual renewal as Satjit provided guardianship to the process with the protection of her divine iwisa. The waters clearly came forth from the deepest reaches of Kush, where the two caves of Hapi diverge by the fabled city glorifying the wisdom star known as Saba or so it is held in the stone records of the South. What of Nalubaale the, ‘Mothering Home of the Gods’, at the Gates of the fiery Great Lakes? The soils of this land too, converge and migrate down North towards the Kmt. These were the ingredients that bore the first territories in the nation of Kmt and Kush, or so it is written in the hymns and litanies of the Books in Stone.

We must drift up the waterways of inspiration and instrumentation; an interlude is merely a call to return. This story has been already told by the elder woods of the esteemed Mbuti, in the Awatori Forests and its surrounds or have we forgotten about the canopies of self-sufficient life which stretched between West and East? This was where the original fable of the Creator, Khonvoum hailed by the esteemed Abatwa, formed the first Black beings from different shades of clay in the profile borne out of the primal mound as Obatala is known to have once done, within the traditions of wisdom of the esteemed Orisha.

From this Black Land, the chronicle and memory of the Palm Race is born. It recalls all those who reside near the waterside of total blackness and who affirm the harmony of seasonal wealth amid the ever encroaching desert. We ask for your vision and your ear to be clear as we re-enter the chamber of collision, the green room of creation, the most holiest and select of places, so as to submerge into life once more.

Once more, down the Nile in the bark of the Creator, we re-experience our origin points, as the living waters, falls, unceasingly, by our side. The drama of birth is thus replayed, as being is formed and takes on its particular mask of creations among the existing ideals, informed by totemic aspects of regions and ancestries, names and memories, to dance in a unified and balanced paradise on Earth. The principle resolves the dispute, the ideal presents an iconic model for truth, but interpretation of the land is an art rooted in visible proof. Het-Heru affirms, Heqet affirms, the knowledge systems shooting forth from the black soil opens the way, and clears the route.

Extending out of the White Walls towards a venerated place known as Ptah-South-of-His-Walls, the blessings of Creation and the Creator who gives life to the Creators which is spread across the generative aspect of words, melodies and the sayings of this time. Story, arguments and proverbs are born in the words of the elders who stand ahead to teach the allegories of the ways ahead, and by doing so, they sing the songs of struggle, remembrance, redemption or visions that connect this moment to the first time and the next.

The walkway of the Lion-Rams reminds us that what is cut out of stone, in harmony, represents what the soils have brought through from their own. It is the line of knowing art from artifice, artefact from artificiality and the danger of wandering without preparation into the unknown.

Down the River Nile of ideas we flow, we can now surely show that Kmt is wherever the people of Kmt are. Self-replication, community building and sovereign exaltations are our livications to the creative and intellectual forms of the Black Land, at home and abroad. We have gleaned between Acacias, Boswellias, Baobabs, Moringas and Ebonies that extends the Black Lands like the open hands of the Palm trees, we still see ourselves straddling the rocky rapids and uneven flow of disregard and disdain for that which has come to be known. Who claims the Pole Star as an imperishable home? Which alignments are the conceptual fields that are best to be known, if Afrika is our one and only, ancestral home.