As we live in this world of colonial science,
bridled by modern villains, and their "civilized" criminal alliance;
in this imperial swamp of exploitation and grand-deception,
we fumble through life completely detached from human reality, lost, without direction.

Clumsily we carry on, deprived of the knowledge that we all hail from a culture of the Highest decree.
But if we examine what has been hidden from the world to see,
We will encounter the astounding beginnings of human history. . .

Emerging from the Great Lakes of Uganda and Kenya,
a majestic assemblage of the Black High Cultures did arise:

We flourished and spread up the valleys of the Nile. . .
We formed the great kingdoms of the Kush, Nubia and Meröwe,
and still we continued to grow –
Exuding renown and magnificence that none could defile.

Temples and shrines were built in stone, from Addis Abbaba to the Upper Lands.
We developed agriculture and astronomy, and built trade routes and titanic ships.
The prestige of our schools would train the world’s wisest men and women -
mothering all of the world’s philosophies, millennia before the first crack of a whip.
Our preeminence was so admired and well known,
That our High culture was mimicked across the globe.

Our traditional Kings and Pharaohs ruled by the Divine law,
in harmony with all.
They led by example for the people to follow
with intentions for mankind that were far from shallow.

Our people, our ancestors, lived in a righteous way,
serving the Gods each and every day.
They devoted their energy to advancing themselves,
towards the highest human qualities that people today have simply "put on the shelf".

But none lived with more spiritual stand
than the Kings who were crowned to serve the land...

So mighty was the task of the King
that he was honored as the "servant of the people" -
a true ambassador for all of the living.

Selected with the duty to give his very life with an accepting tone,
those he served knew that the progression of all was in his hands.
Only a man who could prove his spiritual strength could rightly ascend to the throne;
for it was the Kings and Pharaohs who upheld the spiritual values of the land. . .

And Here begins a piece of our phenomenal story,
a story unfettered by Greek and Western dependency;
a tale of our heritage, just a slice of our glory.
A "Not-so-fictional" remnant of our stolen legacy. . .

Long ago, in the great domain known by many names,
Alkebu-lan, Merita, TaMert – the beloved land,
the place where all the greatest thinkers of the Earth first came,
centuries before its corruption by the European hand -
in the 751st year BCE,
there was crowned a Black King by the Great God of Thebes.

Said Imin, the Warrior God – Keeper of Divine order,

onto his earthly son, the one whom he loved:

“I declared even when you were still in the womb of your mother,
That you would be ruler above all others…”
And thus the Divine sanction was inscribed in stone,
that this Kushite King would ascend to the throne.

And so he rose, at the age of 18,
the second Pharaoh of the 25th Kushite dynasty.
"The Strong Bull" of Napata (the capital city of gold):
Piankhi the Nubian, was one to behold.

 Strong and courageous, tolerant and humble,
an indigenous warrior King;
he made the hearts of opposing soldiers crumble.
Mighty yet gentle, he sincerely dedicated his reign -
to honoring the Divine and upholding one thing:

“May the might of my reign bring prosperity and life,
May word of the moral integrity of our high culture
emerge from the lips of every courier;
For the power of right is greater than the greatest strength of a mighty warrior.”

Now Piankhi arose at a memorable time of the era –
of which the political power of the Upper would submit to the Lower;
because as the Kush and Kemetic cultures grew and thrived,
their physical regions continued to collide. . .

Boundaries that once existed in peace,
were under attack by political frivolities.
With foreign invasion and moral decline of many local kings,
the stability of the throne of the good became threatened by greed.
Corrupted kings came to power with the tenacity of evil under their wings.
They swept through the localities of which they laid siege, and dictated with no concern for people’s needs.

A struggle for power was waged back and forth,
between rulers of the south and the north.
Civil war broke loose in a series of battles,
all under the wage that corrupted rulers haggled.

The Strong Bull of Napata pounced, with ferocious strike,
capsizing corrupt rulers, Kushite and Kemetic alike.
Yet never abandoning his spiritual vigor,
he demanded his soldiers do ablutions before war.

He led his army with haste to defend,
winning battle after battle, but sparing lives to the end.
Upholding the traditional practice that in strife,
agreements were made while preserving life:

“I wish not to plunder villages or destroy a people,
For we are brother and sisters, and our values our equal."

He led his armies from city to city,
Smashing down offense, while treating the conquered with dignity.
He and his soldiers fought with vigor and skill,
Commanding prisoners of war to return to their homes to rebuild.

Then, with the stability of his region foreseen,
Piankhi returned home with his army to rule over his land and to search for a queen:

“I’ve longed for a partner to share in my life,
and to help me extend my bloodline.
It’s time to return home and rule, to lead the lands I’ve conquered away from strife.
I will work hard for my people and keep on praying, and soon I will be blessed with a woman to be mine.”

So Piankhi did work and keep his word,
and restored balance to his lands that were once upturned.
And the peoples did rejoice to find their king enriching their lives.
Thus indeed with time the king did see, that his prayers were answered with the gift of a wife.

Now just the day after the night of his marriage,

a messenger relayed that the northern cities were in need
of the help of Piankhi to alleviate their disparage.
For while the south had been calmed of dispute, upon the northern princes a Libyan king had laid siege.

Tefnakhte the Libyan, a monger of war, had captured the Nile Delta and upper Kemet,
He laid siege on Iunu, with plans to move south,
harboring his lust for power over all whom he could force to submit.

The regional princes and local kings, turned to Piankhi, pleading for aide.
The king of Napata examined his land;
and although he found no desire for more blood of war on his hands,
he sent two of his strongest armies up north with haste.

But having heard so much of Piankhi’s prowess and skill,
he had become the man Tefnakhte lusted to kill.
And so Tefnakhte was enraged when he did hear,
that Piankhi would not come out to the field.

The Libyan Prince spewed out a command, with maliciousness that pierced through the sky like the point of a knife:

“He shakes and quivers like some coward in fear!
Now I will make him the scum for all to jeer,
send three of my stealthiest spies in the night,
down south to capture that weakling’s wife -
to put fire in his heart and beckon him to fight!”

His order was obeyed and the Libyan spies sped.
That night while Piankhi was praying in his shrine -
his beautiful queen was violently napped from her bed.
And the palace guards, with shame in their eyes, notified their king of the invaders’ crime.

As it is written on the Napata Stela, “His majesty raged like a panther.”
He made haste north with his personal army behind him.

On his way up the Nile, the King first stopped at the Karnak Temple,
to calm his emotions, and give the Great God Imin his praise.
Meanwhile, Tefnakhte and the local kings did unite
to harness their corrupted power for the fight.

Piankhi and his armies proved their reputation,
obliterating their enemies with courage in their eyes;
but the corrupted kings only watched in jubilation,
convinced that they would never fall to demise.

As the enemy soldiers were taken down,
Piankhi sent them back with a message to bare:
“Inform your commander that his life could be spared,
upon his surrender and hail to my crown.”

The prince of Libya and his followers laughed,
for their plans of imperial conquest overlooked Piankhi's esteem of duty.
But when they were held under his grasp,
the joy in their eyes quickly became cries for mercy.

Piankhi of Napata had subdued all their fleets,
and forced the misled kings to their knees.
And the moment when death was kissing his brow,
the Libyan prince submitted to the Kushite crown.

Keeper of his word, noble and true,
Piankhi spared them their lives.
With the desire to protect all that is right,
he returned local authority of the north to where it was due.
And thus returned home to continue to thrive.

For the rest of his reign, he ruled with a double crown,
representing the unification the North and South.

And for this time, the Kush rose as the most powerful of empires, with Napata as the capital of them all;
and the king erected a great stone describing his reign, known as the Steele of Piankhi, at Gebel Barkal.

Thus concludes this historical fiction of just one of our great kings;
as you already know, this is indeed a story - it’s time to take it upon yourself,
to do your due-diligence and study.

Research your heritage, learn your history, and allow yourself to see.
. . .And always remember that when man knows himself, it is the truest reflection of eternal wealth.