The sixth offering places are all at once in Namoratunga, Bouar and Nabta Playa, moving in three directions out of the Black Land into the interior. Or is it moving inward? What ancient rivers and valleys, rifting in the Chadic Sahara will be uncovered and revealed to the Afrikan mind? Only time will tell.

Which direction will we go down the Nile of ideas? Towards Chad along the Oasis trails into the Western Desert passing down into the Great Chadic Sahara and Libyan expanse. Will we choose to return to Kush, or ‘Ta-Ntr’, ‘Punt’, where the land of ancestors revitalised the Two Lands beset by cultural decay and foreign interference? Or will we move towards Lower Kush, Wawat beyond the land of the Kmtyu nation's fabled sites of the Nhsw, united time and time again in this area to restore balance in the Valley. Are we then to travel to Somalia, Eritrea, Ethiopia or even Zanzibar? What of the Omotic and Cushitic origin points in the megalithic culture of Southern Ethiopia and its Highlands and river valleys? Again time will tell...

From deep within the Kushite Deshret also known as 'Dw wd', we find an allusion to the oasis of rock gongs, echoing the sounds of a culture that transferred its own melodies and awakenings down the stream of time. The many lithophones ring out a chant for Ethiopia as we are surrounded by the land that bore Nabta Playa and the ancient astronomers and builders of the megalithic superstructure, our present ideas are founded upon.

As we move against the flow, to find the source, we now find that our return to the present is guaranteed to be gentle and mindful. The wisdom of the falcon, and the birdsong guide us back to Hierakonpolis and its first royal fragments, where Obsidian appears for the eyes, and elephants and lions of Kush and Southern Lands remind us of the embedded links of centres and peoples connecting ancient blood ties.

Answers are questions, like the case of Uzalo Elanga, in Mpumalanga, or the cave of the Great Snake in Tsodilo Hill in Botswana and all the other remains of cities on a hill like Kerma from which the acropoli of the North would perhaps derive their mythical form. Today, we learn of this visionary urban blueprint, a civilisation without cities, a metropolis of temples and learning, the numerical and administrative work in agricultural logistics, community organisation and ceremony which were aligned to the changing of cosmic time, founded and instituted by the first of the wise cattle herders, fishers and seasonal farmers who crossed the expanse of the ancient world to find the perfect soil along the riverbanks and Lake sides, along with the expert earthen ware of their mothers, brides, sisters and wives.

Why are our modern so-called African cities not so designed? Foreign memories invade, trap, ensnare like Apepi, or Arwe also known as Wainaba by the Ethiopians, the serpent who plunged the cycles of order into perpetual chaos. For equal rights and justice as the precursor to peace is loved more than conflict in the words of Ptahhotep, the ‘Creator's Peace’. However, defending one's border, denying the concept of brotherly slaughter, rather than subjection of the 'wretched of the earth' by those who did not take Ma'at to mind becomes evident in Sekhmet, the avenging eye of Ra, as the principle by which hostility against serenity and equanimity is vanquished. Tomorrow is yet another day to rise and so it happened on either side from time to time until it was too late to unify. Like the wise attendants setting sail for Ipt Isut in Waset, from Dw Wrb the ‘Holy Mountain’ in Kush, we see the Nile through the changing black localities of, Setju, Pnubs, Yam, Temeh, Irem, Saba, Wawat, Ta-Seti, into Kmt proper, for yet another journey, another meditation.

Along the Abu Ballas trail, we seek out water from the vessels left behind at the Water Stations towards the Great Chad and the many smaller holocene lakes we will find. The inscription of the Jubilee of Mentuhotep II opens the mouth of Yam to us and we see like Harkuf may have once seen, the brilliance, self-organised and self-sufficient kingdoms and kindred of the Ancient Afrikan mind.

From Mn Nfr, where the architecture glitters in ruined perfection, an ideal lost, we set sail once more, with the early morning community providing wind to our sail. Down the River Nile, what do we seek? We seek completion of the brokenness that has created diasporas of disregard and forgetfulness. The concept of unity and its actualisation of uniting the two thrones of the two lands into a single unified force in the Kemetic notion of Tawy.