Muhammad Ali (All Peace Be Upon You),

You were the greatest. You saw the greatest. You dispatched the greatest. You taught the naïve, you defeated the arrogant and you inspired the meek. You were the Champ. You beat anything and anyone who ever tempted you. You humbled everyone. As you walked through one of the most tumultuous times in the lives of The Peoples, you knew you were born great, and you knew that one day, you would have greatness thrust upon your shoulders – you knew, all along, that you will be a God.

There is much history left about Muhammad Ali’s life on Mother Earth. There will be much talk about your greatness – as a supreme boxer, as an unparalleled intellectual, as a passionate lover, as a loving brother, as a proud father, as an affectionate husband and above all as an African man. None however captures the immense energy with which you walked the planet. None portrays the immense talent with which you blessed the world. None reveals your sheer power of body, your utter strength of spirit, your pure presence of soul and your absolute force of mind.

Muhammad Ali was beyond human ambition. You stretched beyond self. You kicked beyond borders. You grabbed beyond confinement. You picked and adored what belonged to Muhammad Ali and you let go what didn’t. You understood the times – that bristled with the inferiority of whiteness, hate, gluttony and immaculate barbarism.

Yet, unto you belonged steadfast love and everything that the God of Life granted you, and all that the whole world could muster – whether it liked it or not. Through all the trials and tribulations, Muhammad Ali sits among the great Gods. You’ve passed by the House of the Night-Bark; the Wasp fetches you to see the great Gods in the realm of our Ancestors, and you are vindicated in their presence. Muhammad Ali, you are pure.

You came out as a Phoenix, now you are gone like a Falcon; the Morning Star has made a path for you, and you enter in Peace into the warm and firm embrace of our Ancestors. Muhammad Ali belongs to the Garden of Osiris, and a path is made for you to go in and worship Osiris the God of Life.

May the Sky be opened unto your ka; may Mother Earth be opened, may the East be opened, may the West be opened, may the Temples of Kemet be opened, may the Doors be opened, may the eastern portals be thrown open for you, when your spirit ascends from the horizon. May the doors of the Night-Bark be opened for you, may the portals of the Day-Bark be thrown open for you; may you breathe Shu, may you create Tefnut, may those who reside with you be with you like Re Himself, daily.

And for those of us who are still left in this chaos, we shall follow. But, we follow in time – times marked for us as it was for you. You, Muhammad Ali, you occupy our Shrines, and like Horus approaches his Lord, your Shrine on Mother Earth is pure, your seat is secret.

Long before you stepped foot into this chaotic period in Earth’s history, the foundations of your Temple were already laid. Throughout your life, the Indomitable Spirits of your Ancestors and their Gods continued the work on your Temple.

Muhammad Ali, you lived a fruitful life for it. You walked the upright walk. In the end you must come forth by day – you must rest in peace. For you don’t become a God until you die. The Temple is complete. And Muhammad Ali rests in it, a God, to be approached in honor, with respect and without sin. Muhammad Ali has achieved immortality.


Narmer Amenuti.

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~ Success is a horrible teacher. It seduces the ignorant into thinking that he can’t lose. It seduces the intellectual into thinking that he must win. Success corrupts; Only usefulness exalts. ~ WP. Narmer Amenuti (which names translate: Dances With Lions), was born by The River, deep within the heartlands of Ghana, in Ntoaboma. He is a public intellectual from the Sankoré School of Critical Theory, where he trained and was awarded the highest degree of Warrior Philosopher at the Temple of Narmer. As a Culture Critic and a Guan Rhythmmaker, he is a dilettante, a dissident and a gadfly, and he eschews promotional intellectualism. He maintains strict anonymity and invites intellectuals and lay people alike to honest debate. He reads every comment. If you enjoyed this essay and would like to support more content like this one, please pour the Ancestors some Libation in support of my next essay, or you can go bold, very bold and invoke them. Here's my CashApp: $TheRealNarmer


  1. Someone had to do it…. it feels right to think you are the right person… thank Narmer Amenuti Its a refreshing view from the cable news views of talking as if they know him on a personal level

  2. Thanks brother Audu. We’ve forgotten how to pour libation to those who rest in peace. I poured libation to the greatest ever.

  3. Audu Salisu, thanks, that was the word I was looking for to describe Narmer’s tribute. REFRESHING! Goodness, I was tired of the noise but now I am revived.

  4. Solomon Azumah-Gomez I know how u feel. A brilliant brother called selom is prove reading my thesis and we meet in the Golden tulip bar. CNN is on 24 hours… we always want to see and know about this tragic death… but it was always so superficial, with fake emotions and pretending. So seeing this made me realize: “ok, that’s what missing-real tribute, libation, no theatrics”

  5. “Real tribute, libation, no theatrics,” indeed. Isn’t it interesting that some of us just get tired of the hypocrisy on CNN and the rest? While for some, it’s like Ice Cream with extra Fudge? I fully understand where we have come from my friend, Audu. It’s only times like this that gives me hope that Africa has something to salvage all the while. I have seen many African journalist cat-copying what CNN and the rest are doing. Even showing documentaries made by whites bashing the Prophet Elijah Muhammad and by implication the beliefs of Ali. What has that got to do with the facts of Ali’s life? I have no idea. Perhaps Atiga Jonas Atingdui has some insight. But you see, CNN wants to use this as an opportunity to further brand the Nation of Islam as the bad guys, even as the ones who assassinated Malcolm X. As if we don’t know who assassinated Malcolm X? All the while educated Africans consume this TV like it is Holy Water or something. It’s sad.

  6. hahahaha “while educated Africans consume this TV like it is Holy Water or something”. in a rap battle, this line will win you a trophy, I tell you my friend no jokes, seriously. Great line

  7. I managed a few minutes of the documentary you refer to on MSNBC Solomon Azumah-Gomez. I had to put off my TV. We live in an empty world with little prose supplied from the vantage point – good or bad – of our culture. In order to improve, we must fully grasp who we are – the good and the bad. We keep talking about improvement while shunning the supposed “bad” parts of Africa in our minds. The more we take that route the more aloof we become. To change something, you must fully embrace it. You must embrace its spirit in order that you can effect change from within. Only change from within is effective. Only change from within is organic, safe, not oppressive and not offensive. Only change from within serves the people. I manage every step of my life to accept the culture that I recall I was nurtured in before I left for the Mission School. My goal is to recover fully before I start threading the path of “refinement” whatever it might be.

  8. My community was full of idiots who thought my father was mad to let us go to Anglican school, and eat communion on Thursdays… But know what I got from it, and still getting

    • I went to bishop boys, which is Anglican, and then to O’Reilly which is catholic… same as my brothers… there is this uncle who moved to Accra from the north. My father obviously wanted us to get different perspectives but he kept complaining. And even as a kid I knew he was not righteous cos he only complained when my old man was not around. A lot of people would think Iam a Ghana but they get surprised when I say Iam not. This has to do Darkuman, Dansoman, Nima, James Town, Bubiashie, Cow Lane, zongo Lane Art centre. I move to Europe and saw a different life… and Ive been around the world a lot but I wound not change it for anything

  9. The fitting tribute, I have to say, to the Greatest that there ever was, Muhammad Ali. Thanks Narmer Amenuti!


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