Two Thounited snakesnd Seasons-gctid38968

[Akua Ma'at]

"the capture of the mind and the body both is a slavery far longer lasting, far more secure than the conquest of bodies alone."

"The predators consistently reduced these men first to beasts, then to things - beasts they could command, things they could manipulate, all in the increase in their power over us.

To reduce them to beasts the predators starved their minds... To reduce them to things the predators fed their bodies, indulgin their crassest physical wants promptly, overflowingly."

"A mind attacked and concquered is guided easily away from the paths of its own soul."

~ Ayi Kwei Armah, Two Thounited snakesnd Seasons ~

This book is packed tight and overflowing with the clarity and wisdom of our  great destruction that could only have come from our Nananom Nsamanfo (Ancestors). Anyone who devotes the time and energy into reading, digesting, studying,  this book will be better off at the end for making that investment.

[liongod]

hotep and medasi for this post sister aisha this book indeed sounds like a excellent read, it was recommended to me first by bro. kofiasr but i could not find a copy. According to amazon.com it is our of print but i will contunie to search for it.
 
I suspect, this book seems to not just chronicle (as most 'his'story book do) slavery but detail it and show all sides of the oppression our ancestors faced (ie. spiritual, physical, and mental). along side the knowledge of our ancestors we can then learn from thier struggle, I have already started to do so by making small comparisons to daily life today and life during 'blatent' slavery. for instance one of the many CIA interrogation technique is to break down the mind physically by feeding the victim plain rice, or plain oatmeal for days or weeks before interviewing; this was done during slavery as we were considered be simply 'livestock'. They break thier victims mentally with forced nudity, extreme temperatures and issolation at sporatic times to disrupt the human sense of security and control, this was done routinely (as detailed in the 'willie lynch speeches') to break newly purchased slaves. Finally, to spiritually break slaves they needed just 1 book, which needs no introduction, as it has been used to both inspire and condemn since its conception.
 
despite ciscumstance i will continue to search for this book though, there are a few sites i havent checked, but meda asa pa ara all the same for the summary and reminder sister aisha. uhuru!

[Akua Ma'at]

yEnni aseda o Liongod.

you can get the book at www.Kmtywdjeli.com (its black owned).

[Ojukwu]

Attack your attacker
Destroy your destroyer

Our mission statement.

[Akua Ma'at]

"His own name and the name of his family he had forgotten. He called himself after the predators' fashion, Abdallah, a name he said signified he was a slave - slave of a slave-owing god."

"Let the crazed have their devouring new religion. Let the weary consent to slavery. We, remainder of the slaughter of our people, our minds made up not to weary even after losing it, we would move again, move after so many thounited snakesnd seasons of forgetfulness of danger, after so many thounited snakesnds seasons in which our distances breathed peace, thounited snakesnds of seasons when movement was about the desire for something to be found at the destination, not fear of destruction at the point of departure. We would move again."

"Our way begins from coherent understanding. It is a way that aims at preserving knowledge of who we are, knowledge of the best way we have found to relate to each, each to all, ourselves to other peoples, all to our surroundings. If our individual lives have a worthwhile aim, that aim should be a purpose insepaAmwle from the way."

"Our way is reciprocity. The way is wholeness. Our way knows no oppression. The way destroys oppression. Our way is hospitable to guests.  The way repels destroyers.  Our way produces before it consumes.  The way produces far more than it consumes. Our way creates. The way destroys only destruction."

~ Ayi Kwei Armah - Two Thounited snakesnd Seasons

[Akua Ma'at]

"There is nothing white men will not do to satisfy their greed."

"Only from our disease could the white destroyers hope to get the things they had come looking for."

" We told him we knew soft minds needed such illusions, but that when any mind grew among us to adulthood it grew beyond these fables and came to understand that there is indeed a great force in the world, a force spiritual and able to shape the physical universe, but that that force is not something cut off, not something separate from ourselves. It is an energy in us, strongest in our working, breathing, thinking together as one people; weakest when we are scattered, confused, broken into individual, unconnected fragments."

"Where the priest fails to make his victims willing slaves, and the soldier is impotent to make living slaves, his violence only producing dead bodies, the trader enslaves the will itself, and men are led to want their own enslavement, thinking it is only the pleasure of owning things they want."

"But it was not the abundance of the place that pulled us. It was something in our people we would not allow to get destroyed. We would rather move from scenes of our ancestors, from places and from things animated with their memory, than let the spirit of those same ancestors, the spirit of those yet to come, the spirit of all our people, be destroyed. We moved."

[Akua Ma'at]

On the mulatto...

"The other two, they stood just a little longer staring at the slavedriver John's fallen body. They did not help him. They left him there, and after they had gone up the huge destroyer returned with another almost as large and taller. Together they took the slavedriver and pushed him into the space the soft-voiced one had left, and shackled his body and his neck into traps like the rest of us.

The slavedriver John died that night. Not from disease, though the soft-voiced one had given death to him as surely as a white man lives to destroy. It was this that killed him: the shock of waking to find himself finally trapped with us his condemned half brothers, not among his friends the whites."

[Akua Ma'at]

On connectedness.....

"Against the death brought by whiteness only the greatest connecting force will prevail: the working together of minds connected, souls connected, traveling along that one way, our way, the way. Connected thought, connected action: that is the beginning of our journey back to our self, to living again the connected life, traveling again along our way, the way."

"The single agent's action is waste motion; the single agent's freedom useless liberty. Such individual action can find no sense until there is again that higher connectedness that links each agent to the group. Then the single person is no cut off thing but an extension of the living group, the single will but an extension of the group's active will, each mind a part of a larger common mind. Then each eye inspires itself with visions springing from group need, the ear is open to sounds beneficial to the listening group, the limbs move and the hands act in unbroken connection with the group."

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[Akua Ma'at]

Remembering....

"Remembering the thounited snakesnds upon thounited snakesnds of seasons of our people's existence, remembering the thounited snakesnds upon thounited snakesnds of days spent journeying to find new resting places, remembering ancient and present assaults against the soul of our people and remembering the harsh division - division yet to find resolution - between suicidal contention and desperate flight, we saw this vision plainly, heard this sound clearly: we have been a people fleeing our true destiny."

[KwameD]

Aisha, I'm really grateful that you started this thread and also that you've been highlighting Ayi Kwei Armah's Two Thounited snakesnd Seasons. I'm reading it and finding it to be full of great wisdom. Yurugu's path, which very much glorifies the paradigm of "scientific materialism" will lead to the downfall of all who become totally brainwashed by this path. I have previously written about it (here and here), calling it "necro-science" (death science) for it's anti-nature approach. Now that I'm reading Armah, his ideas and insight are truly enriching. Medase!

[KwameD]

This is Ayi Kwei Armah's Prologue
To his book "2000 Seasons"
I have broken his poetic prose into stanzas
That each stanza, each line, be studied thoroughly
It is the call of a visionary
To a people death-bound
Having embraced Yurugu's path
To return to The Way
It is a call to those 'doing the work'
To be aware of the disease
This is pure wisdom
From one who has realized the problem
And is seeking to share his awareness
Permit me to make a few comments
On these eternal words
_________________________________________

COMMENTS ON PROLOGUE TO 'TWO THOunited snakesND SEASONS'

[Springwater...our Ancestral Knowledge/link]

Springwater flowing to the desert
Where you flow there is no regeneration
The desert takes
The desert knows no giving
To the giving water of your flowing
It is not the nature of the desert
To return anything but destruction
Springwater flowing to the desert
Your future is extinction

[On Yurugu's Path...the path of death]  

Hau, people headed after the setting sun
In that direction
Even the possibility of regeneration is dead
There the devotees of death take life
Consume it
Exhaust every living thing
Then they move on
Forever seeking newer boundaries
Wherever there are living remnants undestroyed
There lies more work for them
Whatever would direct itself
After the setting sun
An ashen death lies in wait for it
Whichever people make the falling fire their aim
A pale extinction awaits them among destroyers

[Warning: Safeguard the Ancestral]

Woe the headwater needing to give
Giving only to floodwater
Flowing desertward
Woe the link from spring to stream
Woe the link receiving springwater
Only to pass it on in a stream
Flowing to waste, seeking extinction

[A call to Us: You, Me & our Conscious Brethern]

You Hearers, Seekers, Imaginers, Thinkers, Rememberers
You prophets called to communicate
Truths of The Living Way
To a people fascinated unto death
You called to link memory with forelistening
To join the uncountable seasons
Of our flowing to unknown tomorrows even more numerous
Communicators doomed to pass on truths of our origins
To a people rushing deathward
Grown contemptuous
In our ignorance of Our Source
Prejudiced against our own survival
How shall your vocation's utterance be heard?

[Lamenting the task]

This is life's race
But how shall we remind
A people hypnotized by death?
We have been so long following the falling sun
Flowing to the desert
Moving to our own burial

[The challenge We face]

In the living night comes voices from The Source
We go to find our audience
Open our mouths
To pass on what we have heard

But we are fallen among a fantastic tumult
The noise the hypnotized make
Multiplied by every echoing cave
Of our labyrinthine trap
Is heavier
A million times louder
Than the sounds we carry
Hoarsened, we whisper our news of The Way
In derisive answer
The hurtling crowds shriek
Their praise songs to death

All around us the world is
Drugged white in a deathly happiness
While from under the falling sun
Powerful engines of noise and havoc
Emerge to swell the cacophony
Against their crushing riot
Nothing whispered can be heard
Nothing said
Indeed the tumult welcomes
Who will shout
And burst the veins on his own neck
His message murdered before death
The shouter only helps confusion

[The ultimate fate of the one-sided 'giver']

Giver of life
Spring whose water now pours down destruction's road
A rushing cataract
Your future is destruction
Your present a giving
Giving into a void with no return
Your flow knows no regeneration

[The "Spring" as a metaphor for the Ancestral conduit]

Say it is the nature of the spring to give
It is the nature of the desert's sand to take
Say it is the nature of your given water to flow
It is the nature of the desert to absorb

It is your nature, also, Spring, to receive
Giving, receiving, receiving, giving, continuing, living

It is not the nature of the desert to give
Taking, taking, taking, taking
The desert blasts with destruction whatever touches it
Whatever gives of itself to the desert
Parts from regeneration

It is for the Spring to give
It is for springwater to flow
But if the Spring would continue to give
And the springwater continue flowing
The desert is no direction
Along the desert road
Springwater is the sap
Of young wood prematurely blazing
Meant to carry life quietly
Darkly from roots to farthest veins
But abruptly betrayed into devouring light
Converted to scalding pus
Hissing its own vessel's destruction
Along the desert road
Springwater is blood of a murdered woman
When the sun leaves no shadow

No springwater changes the desert
The desert remains
The Spring runs dry
Not one spring, not thirty
Not a thounited snakesnd springs will change the desert
For that change floods
The waters of the universe in unison
Flowing not to coax the desert
But to overwhelm it
Ending its regime of death
That, not a single perishable spring
Is the necessity

[On Reciprocity, the 'spiral dance' of Life]

Receiving, giving, giving, receiving
All that lives is twin
Who would cast the spell of death
Let him separate the two
Whatever cannot give
Whatever is ignorant even of receiving
Knowing only taking (i.e. receiving is NEVER equal to taking)
That thing is past its own mere death
It is a carrier of death
Woe the giver on the road of such a taker
For then the victim has found victorious death

[A Gravest of warnings: to the true Kmtyw]

Woe the Race
Too generous in the giving of itself
That finds a road not of regeneration
But a highway to its own extinction
Woe the Race
Woe the Spring
Woe the Headwaters
Woe the Seers
The Hearers
Woe the Utterers
Woe the flowing water
People hustling to our deaths

[The result of abandoning Reciprocity/Reciprocation]
(It leads to adopting "Yurugu's Path"...death)

What remains?
To sing regret, curse ancestors
And throughout stagnant lives
Pass down the malediction on those to come?
Easy that lazy existence
Sweetly drugged the life spent waiting upon death
Easy the falling side
Even for Rememberers

[The True Kmtyw must remain steadfast]

We who hear the call
Not to forget what is in our nature
Have we not betrayed it
In this blazing noonday of the killers?
Around us they have placed a plethora
Of things screaming denial of our nature
Things welcoming us against ourselves
Things luring us into the whiteness of destruction
We too have drunk oblivion (i.e. speaking of members of the Kmtyw race)
And overflowing with it
Have joined the exhilarated chase after death

[Choose The Way, and remain steadfast]

We cannot continue so
For a refunited snakesl to change direction
For the abandonment of The Way
For such perverse persistence
There are no reasons
Only hollow, unconvincing lies

[On Conscious Kmtyws (you & I) and those beyond Redemption]

And the Seers, the Hearers, the Utterers?
What sufficiency is there
In our Hearing only this season's noise
Seeing only the confusion around us here
Uttering, like cavernous mirrors
A wild echo only for the
Howling cacophony engulfing us?
That is not the nature of our Seeing
That is not our Hearing
Not our Uttering
Only our drugged weariness
Unjustified
Unjustifiable
Keeps us bound to the present

Have we come to be
Mere mirrors to annihilation?
For whom do we aspire
To reflect our people's death?
For whose entertainment
Shall we sing our agony?
In what hopes?

That the destroyers
Aspiring to extinguish us
Will suffer conciliatory remorse
At the sight of own fantastic success?

The last imbecile to dream such dreams is dead
Killed by the saviours of his dreams
Such idiot hopes
Come from a territory far beyond rebirth
Those utterly dead
Never again to wake
Such is their muttering
Leave them in their graves
Whatever waking form they wear
The stench of death
Pours ceaselessly from their mouths
From every opening of their possessed carcases
Comes death's excremental pus
Their soul itself is dead
And long since putrefied

Would you have your intercourse
With creatures from the graveyard?
Go to them then
And speak your message to long rotted ash

[Use your talents to aid the Re-Kmtywization Process]

This Sight
This Hearing
This our Uttering
These are not
For dumb recording of the senseless present
Unless the vocation we too have fallen into wanting
Is merely to be part of the cadaverous stampede
Hurrying on the rush to destruction

The linking of those gone
Ourselves here
Those coming
Our continuation
Our flowing not along any meretricious channel
But along our Living Way
THE WAY
It is that Remembrance
That calls us
The eyes of Seers
Should range far into purposes
The ears of Hearers
Should listen far toward origins
The Utterers' voices
Should make knowledge of The Way
Of heard sounds and visions seen
The voice of the Utterers
Should make this knowledge inevitable
Impossible to lose

A people losing sight of origins are dead
A people deaf to purposes are lost
Under fertile rain, in scorching sunshine
There is no difference
Their bodies are mere corpses, awaiting final burial

[Kmtyws falling to "whiteness"...Yurugu's Path...Death]
(True Kmtyw, remain steadfast!)

What when the tumult and rush
Are yet too strong for the voice to prevail
Uttering heard sounds of origin
Transmitting seen visions of purposes?
What when all our eyes are raped
By destruction's furious whiteness?

Easy then the falling side
Soft the temptation
To let despair absorb even the remnant voice
Easy for unheeded Seers
Unheard Listeners
Easy for interrupted Utterers
To clasp the immediate destiny
Yield and be pressed to serve victorious barrenness
Easy the call to whiteness
Easy the welcome unto death

Have we not seen the devotees of death?
They are beyond The Source's beckoning
Purpose has no power
To draw them forward from dead todays
Make way for them along the easy road
Those with their guts cracked out of them
Those with minds so minced
All their remembrance would turn to pain
Leave them along the easy road
Do not condemn, do not pity them
Let them go

Or would you try reminding them of their murdered slaves
As well graft back blighted leaves
Some restful night after the first thounited snakesnd
And the second thounited snakesnd seasons the loss of such
Devoted to whiteness in their souls
Will appear justly: a gain

But among the rushing multitude
Remember well the many rushing
Just because that is the present road
Rushing not out of devotion
But because they are of a nature
To take their internal order
From the present season's surroundings

It is a waste of the Seer's thought
Of the Hearer's breath
A waste of the Utterer's Spirit
To pour blame on such natures
Were the surrounding order the order of The Way
There also would again be people of The Way
It is their nature to flow along channels
Already deepened by recent flow

It is not their nature to wonder
Threatening their easy peace
With thinking if channels already found run true
Finders they are, not makers
Would you too, in pride
Miming the white, deathly people
Would you also heap contempt on them?
Do it directly then
And for your own satisfaction undisguised
Only plead no disappointment
That the ones you so condemn
They too have NOT turned out to be makers
Finders they are
Never did they deceive you
With any promises to be creators

[Reiterating the need to embrace The Way]

And if the mind-channels of The Way are all destroyed
And the only channels left lie along the white road?
Drawing from remembrance
From knowledge of future purpose
It is for the Hearers to listen
For the Hearers to glean what through accident
Death's messengers have not found to silence

And if all around has indeed been touched by them?
The destroyed who retain
The desire to remake themselves
And act upon that desire
Remake themselves
The Remade
Are pointers to The Way
The Way of Remembrance
The Way knowing purpose

[Challenges faced by Kmtyws in Contemporary times]

In this present season
The flow is so powerful
In the direction of death
It has been so long
Ever since Anoa
Spoke her prophecy of a thounited snakesnd seasons
And another thounited snakesnd seasons
A two thounited snakesnd seasons wasted wandering
Amazed along alien roads
Another thounited snakesnd spent
Finding paths to The Living Way

The reign of the destroyers has been long
It will be longer
But what is our present despair
Against the sharp abandonment
Of those first snatched away to waste?
What puniness is this our anxiety
Against the howling agony of their murdered soul?

Remember this:
Against all that destruction
Some yet remained among us
Unforgetful of origins
Dreaming secret dreams
Seeing secret visions
Hearing secret voices of our purpose
Further:
Those yet to appear
To see, hear, to utter and to make
Little do we know what changes they will come among
Idle then for us to presume despair on their behalf
Foolish when we have no knowledge
How much closer to The Way their birth will come
How much closer than our closest hopes

[Kmtyw casualties on Yurugu's Path]
(those aspiring to 'Yuruguness' and those abandoning it)

Not all our souls are of a nature
To answer to the call of death
However sweetened
Easy these seasons to forget this too
Seasons, seasons and seasons ago
The first thounited snakesnd seasons passed
Before the passing of the second thounited snakesnd
Even before then
The time will come
When those multitudes starting out on the road of death
Must meet predecessors returning scalded
From the white taste of death

These first returners
Their wounds are so raw
Their minds so butchered
With the enormity of a fate so recently
So closely glazed
That the very sound of their voices
The very sight they present is unacceptable
Unreal
Impossible to the hastening
Careless, prancing, advancing multitudes
To these first returners
Amid the general oblivious happiness
They appear mere capricious nightmares
Specific, unfortunate accidents
Particular mishaps
To be sidestepped on the jubilant white road
Single apparitions easy to ignore
Most pleasantly easy to forget

But farther along the road more returning apparitions arise
They are intermittent still, but frequenter
Minds still unwounded
In a dizzy, happy deathward rush
Chancing upon this frequency of warning casualties
Begin to wonder if the advancing dance
Will really be the promised revelry

More apparitions
The thoughtful are given greater pause
There are many now
Some half concealed
In the other wreckage along the happy highway
Completely ruined
Bled of life's juices
They have staggered
Groping for The Source
Their purpose now the contemned past
Unable to stagger further
They lie unburied by the common road
Their corpses multiplying
Their feet pointing to their destruction

Returning casualties
Many now and desperate
Challenge the progressing revellers for right of way
When the numbers
Of the hopeful going
And the desperate fleeing back
Are almost even
Then the interrupted revelry
Becomes pure carnage

For those with no understanding of The Source
Those blest in their ignorance of doom's whiteness
The blind revellers
Are anxious to cascade away
To obey the highway's call
Those who have seen the white destination
And yet escaped death
Stampeding back
Crash in unbuffered collision against the revellers
In their spirits
Contempt for those escaping death
Contempt against the others for seeking
What so recently they themselves sought
Clashes with pure incomprehension
From the hopeful revellers

[On lost Kmtyws considering Re-Kmtywization]

How indeed would a living understanding
Come to those who have fled knowledge of The Source?
And those running back to The Source in their new desperation
Have they not more fear of death's horror than love of life?
whiteness indeed, they have known
Of our own Blackness they have yet to learn

You who yearn to be Hearers
You who would see
You the Utterers of the future
This is not the season of contempt
Look upon those
In whose nature it is to wait upon death
To create in them a need to know life
Look upon them
But in this season do not look too steeply

Say then the multitude is noisier
After the shaking, scattering knowledge of the pale road of death
Are your ears also dead?
This noise is not the recent uniform cacophony of death victorious
Death alone ruling
Now the customary noises of triumphant death
Have the tone of lies to some of our ears
In such a season
The voice informed with knowledge of The Way
That voice whose utterance is insepaAmwle from Life
That voice will be heard
For there are ears straining against
The loud nonsense of the destroyers
Ears that have heard
All the sweet and easy sounds of death
And found them false

Would you lock your gift away in pallid silence?
Know then that in the absence of the Utterers' work
The carnage will be long and pure
And not the wisest mind can
In the absence of the Utterers' work
Trace in all our flowing blood even one broken ring of meaning

For those returning
Salvaging blistering selves from death
And those advancing still hypnotized by death
In the absence of the Utterers' work
What will they be
But beasts devouring beasts
Zombies fighting zombies
A continuation along the road of death
...in place of regeneration
The rediscovery of Our Way
The Way? (i.e. which Way, in the absence of the Utterers' work?)

[On the need for Kmtyws to speak for Themselves]

Leave the killers' spokesmen
The predators' spokesmen
Leave the destroyers' spokesmen
To cast contemptuous despair abroad
That is not our vocation
That will not be our Utterance

[Akua Ma'at]

yEnna ase.

I too have been inspired by Armah's Two Thounited snakesnd Seasons. I re-read it in April (1st reading was about 3 years ago) and I was amazed at how much more I was able to see and understand this time around. This is a profound piece of work that ALL Kmtyws should study.

Your term "necro-science" is a perfect description of eureurasiaan science and can be extended to everything else created by them (medicine, agriculture, technology, kwk). True to their yurugu nature they are incapable to creating/developing/producing anything that doesn't destroy life. Look at their "wise" solution/treatment for cancer - radiation... they think the way to cure the dis-ease of cancer is by slowly killing the person in the hope that the cancer cells will die faster than the person does. Necro-medicine. Look at their approach to agriculture with their test tube seeds that will destroy Asase Yaa's ability to produce anything independent of them once they're planted. Necro-agriculture. As for technology, two words - Gulf Coast.

As I'm typing this I'm remembering Ena Marimba Ani's words: "who is yurugu? how would you describe yurugu?...incomplete being. the agent of destruction in the world could only be destructive."

What Armah does in this book is not only draw attention to yurugu's nature but shows us that this all consuming destruction awaits those of us who choose to follow their path and that the ONLY solution, the only protection we have to insulate ourselves against that destruction is a complete return to our way, THE way.

KwameD;39642 wrote: Aisha, I'm really grateful that you started this thread and also that you've been highlighting Ayi Kwei Armah's Two Thounited snakesnd Seasons. I'm reading it and finding it to be full of great wisdom. Yurugu's path, which very much glorifies the paradigm of "scientific materialism" will lead to the downfall of all who become totally brainwashed by this path. I have previously written about it (here and here), calling it "necro-science" (death science) for it's anti-nature approach. Now that I'm reading Armah, his ideas and insight are truly enriching. Medase!

[KwameD]

yurugu came here to be healed, instead yurugu is only indulging in being incomplete. yurugu has destroyed much. yurugu must be held accountable for the destruction caused by irresponsible behaviour.

I have my own people (my own team) to worry about. yurugu belongs to 'the other team'. The Way is natural to us. We are lucky to have The Way...to return to wholeness, having learnt painful lessons from association with yurugu. Yet only some Kmtyws realize this. yurugu is lost, conscious Kmtyws must resist yurugu's seductive way of life. It is like a narcotic drug, that only leads to despair, destruction and death.

[KwameD]

(Taught to Marimba Ani by Armah and Kambon and found at the beginning of the book 'Yurugu')

INCANTATION

Two thounited snakesnd seasons of restless sleep
Beneath the destroyers' fragmented image
We used their definitions of ourselves
To disconnect our consciousness
Lines drawn in denial of deeply textured souls
Life/Force/Energy
Nyama

They knew even as we slept
That our spirit was more powerful
Than their white death

In our will-less sleep
We have allowed the Earth to be defiled
The wake of two thounited snakesnd seasons
Of Spiritless matter...
Destroyers' work

Confusion in Maafa aftermath
Within our lost knowledge
Enemies have blurred the line
Between us and them
Are we destroyers ourselves?

No - we are the Springwater
Compelled by Ancestral Consciousness
Egun/Nsamanfo
Issuing from Ani's womb
We divine a victorious destiny
Ifa/Odu

We are awakening
Announcing ourselves, Self-determining
With Nubian Will
Crystal vision
Shaping a new reality
Ancient genius rediscovered
So Dayi - The clear word

Balancing the scales
Restoring spirit to matter  
The whole completed
Made cosmic again

Rhythm is the key to the Way
Alternating Death with Life
Joining us to each other
We are the Healers
The victory is ours!

We call upon Onyame, Oludumare and Amma
Involving the Nommo-power of Blackness
Carred in the genes of Race memory
Hesse!

Ancestors and children to be born
Keys to the circles of connectedness and clarity
Kmt redemed
The universe in harmony
Return and move forward
To the Way
Of a natural order
Kmtyw World Order
Respendent reflection of Ma'at
Ase!

[Poqo Aviwe]

ThAnkhs for sharing Sis Akua:gyenyame::Kmt: