A cold blast of air split the early morning dawn in Accra on one listless day in early September 1990. The midwives and doctor on duty at the hospital were assisting Mama Yaa in a very difficult birth.

Finally, the baby boy stopped the struggle and came out into the world. He uttered no cry. They gave him the name Kofi Sesostris. Everyone thought it was such a strange combination. Who was Sesostris in the family? The uninitiated asked in wonder. Mama Yaa said that she named Kofi after a powerful African warrior god-king who ruled Kemet in ancient Egypt and conquered the known world in his time. People shook their heads in confusion. So deep was the sense of alienation and loss of historical memory among the people.

But it had been foretold by the Eye of Horus long ago in the mists of ancient time at the great temple of Karnak 1500 years after Menes had united the two lands of Kemet and sat on the throne of Amun in Africa. The prophecy of the Eye of Horus would be carried West and South after the Great Fall when the last of the pharaohs who sat on the throne of Amun fled south to the land of his ancestors deep in the heart of Africa.

The marked ones who knew the secrets of old and of the ancestors whispered the prophecy of the Eye of Horus and passed it on their initiated children. Those who were marked to carry the secret of the Eye of Horus knew each other by sight. The force of the Eye of Horus always identified those to whom it was entrusted. That was the way of the ancestors and that is the way it will always be, until all will return to its original state in the Nun.

It was the beginning of the year 2030, five thousand, four hundred and thirty years after Menes unified the two lands of Kemet. Kofi Sesostris stood in front of the Mausoleum of Kwame Nkrumah watching as the early morning sun rose in its African brilliance to that first day of January 1, 2030. Some inexplicable force pounding in his head had woken him up in the morning and moved toward the Nkrumah Mausoleum that day. He did not know why.

A small crowd milled about the Mausoleum, flitting in and out. A beautiful young girl of about seven or eight years of age with braided hair was playing around the pond of water at the Mausoleum as her mum took pictures. She would smile at Kofi and run up to him and then run away to hide. She obviously liked him. Kofi would smile at her and scoop her into his arms when she ran toward him and then gently put her on the ground again. She would do this many times.

Suddenly out in the distance, an old man with white hair appeared. He leaned on a walking stick and was dressed in a rich Kente cloth thrown expansively over his left shoulder. The old man came near and smiled at Kofi, saying, “Greetings my son, I knew I would find you here.”

Kofi Sesostris stared at him in amazement. The old man led him toward the pond of water at the Mausoleum. The sentinels bent on one knee playing the eternal silent music which towered over the slow flowing water as the mini fountains danced their waters into the pond in silent response to the music of the sentinels. Kofi and the old man stood in silence for what seemed like an eternity. The old man then broke the silence remarking:

Aha, my young man, Sesostris, the sentinels are rising out of the Nun, the watery deep. They are playing the music of Amun as he arose then at the beginning of time out of the Nun, when yet the world was not. Their music called you here this morning. You know this year is five thousand, four hundred and thirty years after Menes unified the two lands of Kemet. The Eye of Horus has determined that it is time. Listen to the music of the sentinels, only you can hear it. I am on my way, my time has come. The ancestors have called me to eternal rest. Farewell, my son. The Eye of Horus favors you.

The old man suddenly got up and with his walking stick thrust into the crowds and then was gone.

It had been a short announcement in the government daily newspaper, almost unnoticed, that had triggered it. It announced the sale of the latest mega oil find off the coast of Ghana to yet another western Multinational. Kofi Sesostris and the members of The Osiris Organization had decided to organize a protest at the Kwame Nkrumah Mausoleum, to protest the decision of the government to yet again sell the wealth of the people to the plunderers and pirates from the North Atlantic.

Three hundred men and women of The Organization started the protest in the early morning of June 23, 2030. By midday, the crowd had grown to ten thousand. By early evening, almost one hundred thousand had gathered at the Mausoleum to protest the coon government’s sale of the oil fields to the looters from across the North Atlantic. By June 25, the crowds had swelled to almost one million around the Mausoleum. All across the country, The Organization had begun to organize protests with hundreds of thousands coming out on the streets. By June 29, the demand was on the government to resign. Under pressure from the ambassadors of the looter countries, the coon government then sent in troops of the Army. But the Army sided with the people and refused to fire on the people.

On June 30, Kofi Sesostris stood below the statue of Kwame Nkrumah addressing the raging crowds now numbering more than one million. The crowds demanded a march to the Flag Staff house, the seat of government and the removal of the government. In the early evening of June 30, 2030, the coon president and most of his ministers fled the country. Some took refuge in the embassies of the looter countries of the North Atlantic. By midnight of June 30, the leaders of The Osiris Organization had established a provisional government at the Flag Staff House with Kofi Sesostris as provisional leader. The general staff of the Armed Forces proclaimed their loyalty to the new government of the people. The Osirian revolution had just begun. On the early morning of July 1, Republic Day, Kofi Sesostris addressed the crowds at the mausoleum proclaiming the day as the beginning of the restoration of African Sovereignty and the day of rage in Africa.

The Eye of Horus had woken up. It was just the beginning. The Eye of Horus spread its gaze all across the continent, the burning fire of rage spread like a wave. Huge protests broke out in Abuja, Nigeria, where in a few days, the government had fallen and the army had sided with the people. In Kenya, millions of people holding the signs of the Eye of Horus stormed the presidential palace and deposed the coon government.

The fire spread to South Africa toppling the coon government in Tshwane (Pretoria). The looter countries of the North Atlantic had been powerless to stop the fire of rage streaking through the continent. They had attempted to send their navies to occupy the ports on the continent. But millions of people surged into the ports armed and angry to prevent the looter navies from landing their pirate soldiers.

By the end of July, the fire of the Osirian Revolution had spread into Francophone Africa. It had landed in Senegal and by August 2, the coon government of Senegal had fled the country. From there, it moved to Côte d’Ivoire where the coon government also fled after 3 days of massive protests. The revolutionary provisional government of The Osiris Organization in Ghana lent support to the spread of the Osirian Revolution. By the end of August, all the coon governments in Africa were overthrown. The members of The Osiris Organization were leading provisional governments all across Africa. The unification of the lands had begun.

On September 21, 2030, 128 years after the birth of Kwame Nkrumah, the leaders of the revolutionary provisional governments from across Africa gathered in Accra at the Kwame Nkrumah Mausoleum to proclaim the establishment of the Kemet Confederation and Kofi Sesostris chosen as the President and Chairman of the Council of Ministers of the Kemet Confederation. A Joint General Staff of the Armed Forces of the Confederation was also formed on that day. Millions of people from across Africa witnessed and danced with ecstasy as the green flag emblazoned with the eye of Horus of the Kemet Confederation was hoisted at the Kwame Nkrumah Mausoleum. Accra, Abuja, Nairobi, Addis Ababa, Tshwane and Timbuktu were chosen as the six confederal capitals of the Kemet Confederation.

Under the watchful Eye of Horus, the great reconstruction had started. By the time the Kemet Confederation celebrated its 30th anniversary and the Great Osirian Revolution in 2060, the Kemet Confederation had become one of the leading industrial and technological powers in the world. The powerful Northern Fleet of Amun stood guard at the Northern approaches of the Confederation. In the South, the Southern Fleet of Amun gathered the southern approaches. In the west, the Western Fleet of Amun sailed in the Atlantic while on the east, the Eastern Fleet of Amun sailed the Indian Ocean.

But the eternal sworn friends of the people of the Kemet Confederation in the North Atlantic would not give up their attempts in trying to destroy the Kemet Confederation. The secret service the Eye of Horus stood watch over the confederation thwarting the numerous attempts of the foreign plunders to destroy the confederation. But it was becoming clear, as the spies of the Eye of Horus were reporting that the forces of the North Atlantic were preparing for a big war to destroy the Kemet Confederation.

Kofi Sesostris stood at the forecourt of the reconstructed Mausoleum of Kwame Nkrumah that now carried the dimensions of the great temple of Karnak in ancient Kemet. He stood staring at the now huge pond of water symbolizing the Nun. After serving three five-year terms as the president of the confederation, he was now the powerful Permanent Secretary of the Supreme Security Council of the Kemet Confederation.

The Eye of Horus answered to him. His brow was increasingly creased with worry as the alarming reports kept on piling at his desk. He knew that this was to be the last battle of his life, to save the confederation before he joined his ancestors. The African sun was setting and bathing the forecourt of the Mausoleum in its golden colors. He listened to the music of the sentinels as they played the final song of his victory in the coming war and his journey to the ancestors. He turned toward the setting sun looking west to his final resting place, wondering if he would meet the old man who had appeared to him that fateful day, three decades before in the youth of his life.


  1. Fine essay. Inspiring and troubling. But nothing reverberates more from the doldrums of the bottomless abyss of African historical amnesia than the persistence and perseverance of Kofi Sesotris and Menes, some five thousand, four hundred and thirty years before him.

    This is the perseverance we need, in this generation. To persevere, to trust in what hopes we have, that is, true courage in men. Only cowards despair; by perseverance the snail reached the Ark; blossom by blossom the wet season begins; even the woodpecker owes his success to the fact that he used his head and kept pecking away.

    Through perseverance, a measure of success is assured unto us. We shall get there; we will get there; we must get there; or we die. This is all that is at stake. It doesn’t get any direr.

  2. Jehuti Nefekare is a dreamer. Dreamers build the future by first imagining it. By concretely imagining an ideal city, the thinking goes, you make a better one more likely. To keep our certain future alive, we must keep along, our imagination alive. Here is a wonderful essay on how a revolution might just be in the offing for a new Africa.

  3. Ok. I wait. 2030 is around the corner. By God, if a Kofi Secotris does not emerge, I will appoint one myself. By God if a revolution does not soon begin, I shall start one myself. By God, if that revolution does not grow to a million, I shall raise stones for humans. By God if the Osiris Organization does not show itself, I shall pour libations to the Gods myself. By God, someone somewhere needs to wake up. By God, someone somewhere must give his life – for after all, Osiris and Narmer (I prefer Narmer, it is the correct name for Menes) gave their lives. Even Nkrumah gave his life. By God, we need men who can give their lives. By God we must do something, or we all die!

  4. physical death is a certainty thus true believers do not fear it..spiritual death is guaranteed where temporal existence is lived void of faith and without meaning. there are too many of us walking dead wasting our time upon life’s stage unwilling to act in faith and conviction. we search aimlessly for a signal, a glimmer, an exigence even. we know not of the past glories of our ancestors or those before them…we are trapped, immobilized as if in a singularity by our own inertia. but the good news is that the beautiful ones are born and are with us…like this author, and others who have posted in response to his call to remember our infinite primordial source and to leverage that certain knowledge to transform our present and future. the restoration has begun for in all great endeavors the first step is self realization. the seed of hours shall rise again stronger and more enduring than before. arise!


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