The New World
is the story of how my loving daughter Amandla changed history.
In the course of her story, you will follow her as she moves from
a renowned juridical scholar and innovative member of the international
bar, to counterespionage operative for one of the world’s leading
business concerns, to a very happy wife and mother. This tale
is a recounting of her personal valor, and of the great courage
of her family and colleagues in the face of almost insurmountable
problems and obstacles; and patently evil, monstrous adversaries.
It is also a wonderful adventure in romance. For the story, although
placed in the context of large geopolitical and macroeconomic
risk and conflict, is primarily a fairytale about how a princess
met her prince and lived happily ever after in their castle of
love. It is the story of how my Amandla met her husband, her spiritual
and practical soul mate, Dr. Horus Abydos, and the family they
all started when I was given the chance to cover this board meeting
in the beautiful, romantic tropical islands of the Seychelles.
is Saturday, May 25, 2030. My name is Richard Mansa Wright. I
was born in what used to be called Tampa Bay, Florida, but is
now called Seminole Bay District.
Bay District is the capital of the new Northern Federation, which
is comprised of the USA, Canada, Mexico, and all the countries
of what was called Central America and the Caribbean. The Western
Hemisphere consists of two federations: the Northern and the Southern,
the Southern Federation being composed of the old South American
states and surrounding islands.
am the feature editor for Global Commerce electronic magazine
embarking on the biggest assignment of my life. I am preparing
to cover what promises to be the single hottest corporate event
since the realignment of world business in 2013. It is the showdown
board meeting of Kemetic, Inc.
is the most profitable component of the Delta Dynastic Group.
It has an annual net profit averaging 11 trillion in Africa’s
currency the ture-cedi, in old USA money, 27 trillion dollars
a year, about 31 trillion in the new North American money the
is based in beautiful tropical Mahe, the main island group of
the Seychelles Islands. As many of you know, Kemetic, Inc. is
an international business concern trading globally. Kemetic was
the commercial vanguard in the big push for comprehensive continental
integration. It was their clout and financial capacity that tipped
the scales in favor of a strong central government apparatus to
direct African affairs.
on the plane, I couldn’t help speculating about the tremendous
career possibilities this assignment represents for me. I was
thinking how much this could mean to my family back in the District.
This would surely put me at the top of the promotion list. Indeed,
every Global Commerce editor and feature reporter wanted
this assignment precisely for that reason. This meeting promises
not only to be historic, but absolutely sensational.
my way to the Kemetic corporate headquarters, I traveled through
a housing development constructed in a style that is typical for
the Seychelles and Africa generally. The housing architecture
is built on the traditional housing motifs of the people, using
contemporary design and construction innovations. Europe has homes
in the Tudor, Georgian, Queen Anne, bungalow, and ranch styles;
Africa has its Ghanaian, Zimbabwean, Zulu, Tembe, Kush, and Sankore
social infrastructures are also well developed; health, sanitation,
protection, education, culture, recreation, and sports facilities
abound. Homelessness, pandemic diseases, starvation, famine, and
hunger no longer exist in the new prosperous Africa, except as
haunting memories of the not too distant past. Everywhere there
are local organizations, women’s groups, children’s circles, hobby
groups, philosophy associations, cultural organizations; everything
you could possibly imagine humans doing or being.
road and mass transportation systems are excellent, and the way
they have organized their tourist industry has been a plus for
the population. Most visitors are from other parts of a now prosperous
Africa. Statistics show that 95% of African households have significant
discretionary income, and that tourism in other parts of Africa
is a favored recreational and educational way of using this income.
(in at least one language) across Africa has grown to over 83
% since the economic victory. I have read that virtually every
house is connected to the wireless net, and they are said to be
avid web surfers. For example, many of the people are active in
web content and web development circles.
progress Africa has made in a few short years is absolutely phenomenal
and is the business story of the 21st century. The great prosperity
in Africa has made a world of difference in the quality of life
of black people throughout the world.
smack in the middle of the Mahe main business area stands the
sparkling new building complex that houses the corporate headquarters
of Kemetic, Inc. These buildings were designed and constructed
to resemble 21st century versions of the ancient Temples of the
Nile valley. The whole complex is completely computerized. All
the functions of the buildings: telecommunications, plumbing,
lighting, heating, air conditioning, elevators, sound system,
time tracking, and so on are controlled by a central computer
system. This computer system itself has triple redundancy; it
is backed-up by three systems precisely like itself. The energy
system of the building has double redundancy.
complex utilizes both wind and solar power as sources of energy.
There is a battalion of windmills in the rear of the main building
named for Pharaoh Akhenaton, and the roof of that particular building
is divided between a series of helicopter pads and row after row
of photo voltaic cells for the collection of solar energy.
I finally arrived at the Kemetic, Inc. corporate headquarters,
I entered the main building and walked up to the security desk.
Sitting behind the desk was this pleasant young lady who smiled
and greeted me with a cheerful, but business-like salutation.
morning sir, how may I help you?”
identified myself and showed her my press credentials, plus my
official invitation to cover the board meeting. She turned to
her computer and entered my name and my invitation ID number code.
After a brief processing interlude, she smiled at me again and
announced that the computer had verified my credentials. She told
me to walk straight ahead and take any of the four express elevators
directly to the Penthouse floor. The meeting was already in session.
in session...what rotten luck,” I muttered to myself. Then I thought,
“Well, if you hadn’t stopped for a drink at the airport terminal
and perhaps if you had taken a cab rather than the public conveyance
got into the first express elevator I saw. There was some music
akin to a combination of reggae, classical R&B, West African
High-life, and Soweto jazz piped into the elevator. It was very
soft and low-key, not enough to be intrusive, but enough to relax
and soothe the soul. I pressed the P button for penthouse
and I was on my way to the top.
I reached the penthouse floor, I couldn’t help noticing the terrible
roar (which I took to be several people shouting at each other)
emanating from the direction of the boardroom. I crossed my fingers
and prayed that I had not missed anything too significant. As
I walked down the luxuriously carpeted hall, I observed that there
were portraits of many great African personalities. Historical
figures like President Dr. Kwame Nkrumah, President Seku Ture,
Prime Minister Patrice Lumumba, Madame Cisse, Ms. Winnie Madikizela-Mandela,
Marcus Garvey, Omowale Malcolm X, Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.,
Kwame Ture, and many others adorned the walls.
I arrived at the outer foyer of the boardroom itself, I was confronted
by another security official. This time it was a young male of
about 22 years of age. He was equally as polite as the young lady
on the main floor, but you immediately sensed that his job was
more paramilitary. He asked for my media credentials, which I
handed to him. Checking the credentials amounted to him quickly
comparing my features to that of the picture on the credentials.
Satisfied that I was the person in the photo, he next asked to
see my invitation. He took the invitation and scanned it on a
computer-based device that determines, by use of a microchip embedded
on the invitation, whether the invitation is valid.
the system returned a positive response to this scanning, he looked
up at me, smiled broadly and said, “Go right in, sir, the meeting
is already in session.”
tentatively opened the huge ebony wood doors of the meeting room
and entered. It was a well-appointed meeting room. A gigantic
wall size computer screen dominated the room’s interior. It displayed
the trade activity of Kemetic’s subsidiaries around the world;
the data in this system is updated every ten minutes.
room also boasted a bank of communications devices and personal
computers. The round table and chairs where the board members
sat was in the very center of the room. There was a wet bar (stocked
primarily with fruit and vegetable juices, sodas, teas, various
African and Asian beers, wines and similar drinks); plus a full-size
kitchen (equipped with a refrigerator, freezer, oven-range, storage,
and pantry cabinets).
press gallery was off to the side, sort of like a jury box. There
were only a few other commercial media people invited to cover
this meeting, and they were all there:
elderly Asian woman who I assumed represented the Sino-Nippon
representative of the Pan-African Business Weekly
writer from the Brazil-based La Prensa Negocio (although
people continued to speak Portuguese in Brazil, Spanish
was the language that dominated the Southern Federation)
young woman writer for the European Union’s World Market
walked directly to my assigned seat and desk. Each of us was provided
with an outlet for our laptops, as well as earphones to hear the
translation of the conversation into our native language.
the Kemetic board members (and major stockholders) were present.
The members included:
Osiris Abydos, Chairman of the Board
Isis Abydos, Vice Chair (wife of Dr. Osiris Abydos)
Horus Abydos, VP for General Management and Chief of Operations
(son of Drs. Osiris & Isis Abydos)
Set Sheitan, the VP for Marketing (brother of Dr. Osiris
Sheitan, VP for Finance (wife of Dr. Set Sheitan and sister
of Dr. Isis Abydos)
Thoth Luxor, VP for Planning, Research and Development
Honorable Candace Maat Luxor VP for Legal Matters (wife
of Dr. Thoth Luxor)
a good journalist, I’d done a lot of research on these individuals.
I knew, for example, that Nephthys is said to be deeply in love
with her sister’s husband Osiris. From all indications, she takes
advantage of every opportunity to advertise this fact, much to
the displeasure of her husband Dr. Sheitan and her sister Isis.
also knew from my research that Set has been trying for some years
to discredit his brother in the eyes of the African and larger
business world. Then he could seize control of the corporation
and its many subsidiaries. These two factors were the basis of
the growing tension inside the board and among the various factions
in the business. Indeed, Dr. Sheitan has made it abundantly clear
that any friend of his brother is his mortal enemy and should
expect to be treated in that manner.
course, everyone knows that the Drs. Abydos were instrumental
in setting up educational institutions, particularly polytechnics,
universities, vocational and technical colleges, and research
institutions, especially those dedicated to cybernetics. They
created efficient, environmentally sound, and dependable industries
for the mass production and distribution of fundamental foodstuffs;
as well as the provision of clothing, vehicles, and communication
systems for both military and civilian purposes.
participated in the development of the command and control systems
used in the new society, helped developed policies to regulate
commercial and industrial activities, including the public ownership
of essential properties such as mines, utilities, and so forth.
Their organization also helped draft the Constitution of the new
state, and financed over 13 percent of the work necessary for
the creation of effective governmental and related institutions.
and Isis Abydos developed very effective public relations, advertising,
promotions, and advocacy literature promulgating the overwhelming
benefits of the continental government. It was they who popularized
Dr. Kwame Nkrumah’s axiom expounding the link between the inherent
macroeconomic and microeconomic advantages associated with comprehensive
main agenda item of the board meeting is Osiris’ proposed business
trip to the Middle East to meet with the political and commercial
leadership of the United Arab States. In his absence, Osiris has
proposed that Isis assume all day-to-day responsibility for running
the business. Set opposes both the trip and the management regency
research has revealed that Set has significant, although minority,
support inside of Kemetic, some support in Africa at large, and
a great deal of support from the former colonial countries of
the European Union. The support from each of these elements is
based on their own interest. For example, the EU antagonists fear
that an alliance between Kemetic and like-minded Arab business
groupings would further reduce the value of the European currency
pro-Set elements in Africa are generally the holdovers from the
old system, that is, individuals and institutions owing their
allegiance to the former European colonial countries. The pro-Set
forces inside the corporation represent those elements whose livelihood
depends on the success of Dr. Sheitan.
to summarize, all the shouting I heard boiled down to a simple
proposition. Dr. Osiris Abydos proposed that he, Dr. Thoth Luxor,
and The Honorable Candace Maat Luxor lead a delegation to the
capital of the United Arab States in Jerusalem, Palestine, to
discuss a business alliance between Kemetic and Moharer Enterprises.
As Vice Chair, Dr. Isis Abydos would run all Kemetic affairs in
his absence, while having proper consultation with the remaining
the shouting I heard was a result of Dr. Sheitan’s violent opposition
to the trip, to the assumption of management powers by Mrs. Abydos,
and to the fact that even his wife Nephthys supported the proposal,
leaving him with no one on the board supporting his position.
Out voted 6 to 1, all that was left to Dr. Sheitan was shouting…or
so it appeared at the time of the meeting.
The Board Meeting
was very happy to be in the Seychelles. I loved the beaches, the
palm trees, and the wonderful people, but I still wanted to get
back to my wife and family. I filed my story electronically from
my hotel last night, and now I hurried to the airport to catch
my return flight. Exciting as the world of mega-business with
its heady mixture of high finance, intra-board intrigue, and inner-circle
triangles might be, I really prefer the relative peace of my idiotic,
noisy, nosey neighbors, and school children on the rampage. I
thought to myself that it would be wonderful to see my family
the airport, I purchased a copy of the Mahe Journal. Quickly
rifling through its business section, I found the story I was
looking for: High-Level Kemetic Team to Visit the Middle East.
was just about to read the story, when I was paged over the airport
public address system. I wondered who would be paging me here?
I thought to myself, “No one really knows me here, and in fact,
as far as I know, very few people even know that I am here.”
So I assumed it was either my boss back at the office with some
insane request, or there was some problem with my family.
growing trepidation, I rushed over to the courtesy phones. I picked
up the receiver and a woman’s voice greeted me in halting English.
Mr. Wright, this is Dr. Isis Abydos.”
was stunned, almost speechless, why it was Dr. Isis Abydos! The
great lady herself was paging me. I couldn’t believe it! I stammered
out a response of some sort, at least I think I did. At any rate,
she told me she believed her husband was in grave danger, and
she needed to meet with me.
I said, “why me?”
answered, “I have followed your career, and I know you to be an
honest and thorough journalist. I need someone who is not directly
involved with Kemetic to help me investigate what has happened.
Frankly, I fear for his life.”
suddenly felt that the fate of Dr. Abydos and her husband was
linked to my own. She continued speaking.
will make sure your time is well compensated. I need someone I
can trust that they don’t know. Please, say you will help
me…help us...please...and you must tell no one what I have shared
how could I refuse? From what I knew of her and her family, they
were not only astute business people, but also great innovators.
So, before I knew what I was saying, I told her, “Of course, I
would be delighted to work with you to resolve this matter.”
that’s wonderful, Mr. Wright, you don’t know how much this means
to me. Here is my private number; it is a secure line: 0-555-7098.
Call me and we will arrange a mutually convenient meeting time
and place. Thank you again, brother.”
she called me. One of the greatest African woman scientists and
business people in the world called me brother. That alone was
worth the effort.
first thing I did was to call my wife and tell her that the board
meeting, although adjourned, would have to be reconvened, and
I would have to stay over. I told her that I couldn’t tell her
precisely what I would be doing, but hoped she would trust me.
I could tell from the tone of her voice that she didn’t quite
believe me, but because I had never cheated on her, she decided
to give me the benefit of the doubt. However, she gave this with
deep reluctance. I asked her to kiss the children for me and make
my excuses to the Lyons, with whom we were scheduled to have dinner
the following weekend. I also told her that I would miss Agnes’
birthday party; she was celebrating her tenth birthday. I practically
swallowed my tongue when I said this; I knew how important this
was to Agnes and my wife.
that’s my wife’s name, sort of coughed and asked me, “Well, Boo
Dear, when are you coming home? I mean do you know when you will
called me Boo. She only used that term when it was really,
really, really important to her. I hesitated, but finally
told her that I wasn’t sure how long this would take. Believe
me that didn’t sit well with her, but it had to be done, and I
couldn’t tell her the truth, at least, not yet. I was beginning
to feel like some sort of secret agent or something like that.
I must admit; I was a little excited.
I called my office and spoke to my boss Henry LeRoi. He is a real
jackass, but a great news hound. He could smell a great story
thousands of miles away just as easily as one right under his
said, “Great, but if this turns out to be some lame ploy to get
a free vacation, I will have your ass in a sling…and you can kiss
your whole career goodbye. Do you understand?”
retorted, “Of course, yes sir, I understand, goodbye, sir.”
didn’t care how much verbal abuse he engaged in, as long as he
supported me on this. I was just about to hang-up when he blurted
out, “And don’t run up a big room service bill. If you do, it’s
coming out of your salary!” And then he hung up.
I thought. “Everything is in place for my meeting with Dr. Abydos.”
tried to postpone my flight, but the agent told me that it was
not possible, because my company had purchased one of those-if
you don’t fly when you are supposed to you lose your money dealies-but
I didn’t care. As the old fictional English detective Sherlock
Holmes used to say, “The games afoot.”
went over to the car rental agent and made arrangements to rent
a car on an extended time basis. I charged it to the company,
of course. I had to wait about 5 minutes before the car was ready,
so I used this time to reserve a room at the Mahe Continental
went and picked up the car and jumped behind the wheel. I hate
driving these cars with the steering wheel on the wrong side,
but what can you do? I took the Mahe version of the freeway, or
perhaps you call it the expressway, and before I knew it, I was
at the Mahe Continental.
called room service, “To hell with that bastard Henry,” I thought.
“What is the point of being in a hotel and not calling room service?”
I ordered a pitcher of Harvey Wallbangers and a cheeseburger.
Well, I had to eat something.
I dialed the number Dr. Abydos had given me. It rang several times
and no one answered, so I hung-up. Suddenly, a frightening thought
occurred to me, “What if this is some kind of hoax, a cruel joke
played on the little country bumpkin from the Seminole District?”
God,” I thought, “I have been a complete idiot. I ruined my career
for nothing, and my wife…she will never believe this.”
there was a knock on the door. I panicked again. I begin to imagine
that they are on to me…whoever they are. “They know
I am working with Abydos, and now they are here to kill me!” I
was a second knock, and I worked up the courage to ask, “Who is
voice behind the door answered back, “Room service, sir.”
felt like a complete dope. I opened the door, and sure enough,
it was room service with my cheeseburger and my pitcher of Wallbangers.
I tipped the man, and he left, shutting the door behind him, but
not before he gave me a little quizzical look. He was sort of
saying, “What the hell is wrong with you?”
poured a Wallbanger and realized that I probably had over-reacted
about the phone call, just like with the room service guy. I guess
I didn’t get off to a very good start in my espionage career.
I hit the redial button and allowed the number to ring a few more
times than before. Lo and behold, I was rewarded with Dr. Abydos’
voice. I bucked up and said, “I am ready to meet when you are.”
Abydos responded with, “I will meet you in your suite within two
hours. What is your room number?”
told her, and we hung up. Within the hour, Dr. Abydos was knocking
at my suite door. I opened the door, and she quickly walked in.
was immaculately dressed in a tailor-made beige suit. She carried
a monogrammed briefcase that matched her suit and custom-made
beige shoes. One could not help but notice that Dr. Isis Abydos
was a strikingly beautiful woman.
missing a beat, she told me what she thought had happened. She
said that her husband had mysteriously disappeared. He was supposed
to meet Dr. Luxor and Atty. Luxor in Jerusalem, Palestine, but
he never arrived in Palestine.
informed me that Dr. Sheitan had gathered a cabal of conspirators
together in a recent meeting in Belgium. This meeting was comprised
of himself, and the Blue Jinns and Devil’s Imps secret societies.
These secret societies specialized in almost every kind of criminal
activity you could imagine, from arson and counterfeiting to kidnapping
and murder for hire. She said that she believed they planned to
follow her husband to the Middle East where they planned to poison
him, hoping that the finger would be pointed at antagonistic elements
indigenous to the area. This they planned to do in concert with
certain banking interests in the United Kingdom, Belgium, Germany,
and France, the critical powers of the European Union.
Lord,” I thought, “this is serious.” But I didn’t let her know
how frightened I was becoming. After all, I was the man
in the room. I couldn’t let her know I was afraid. Why, I was
the knight, and she was the damsel in distress, but in reality,
I was scared to death. I was thinking that perhaps I was in way
over my head. Suddenly, I realize she was still talking.
of course, as I said, most of this is only the preliminary information
available to us. We could be totally wrong, as we had to piece
a lot of this together from rumor. We are only certain about the
Belgium meeting, the participation of the banking interests, and
the fact that Osiris never hooked-up with Thoth and Candace Maat.”
regained my composure and answered, “Well Doctor, what do you
want me to do?”
good-looking doctor replied, “We want you to use your status as
a journalist and snoop around. Find out what really has happened
and get back to me, or my son Horus, as quickly as possible. You
can reach him at the same number, ok?”
smiled and said, “Good, as you know the word ok, like yourself,
is a product of Africa.”
immediately after Dr. Abydos left my suite, I started researching
Dr. Sheitan. A basic prerequisite of this kind of endeavor is
to know your enemy.
used my laptop to log onto the Global Research database on the
World Wide Web (WWW). I knew that Dr. Sheitan’s Ph.D. dissertation
would he published on the web, because all dissertations had been
put on the web since the year 2010. I looked through the index
of authors and found him: Set Sheitan, Ph.D. candidate, Organizational
Science, Cambridge University, United Kingdom. I clicked on his
name and the system loaded his dissertation.
first thing I noticed was the title: Machiavellian Approach
to Organization. “What else would a man of his type write
about; it fits him,” I thought to myself.
through the document’s table of contents, I clicked on the opening
section. In his opening discussion, he states that his basic thesis
boiled down to these simple propositions:
depends on developing the skills needed to create social
and psychological tension in commercial and political economic
also requires the constant nurturing and exploitation of
existing social psychological tension in the target agency
individual seeking to dominate an agency must first plan
effectively to seize and maintain management and administrative
control using psychological and social variables to manipulate
critical individuals in the agency (including comparative
analysis as part of the base-lining process)
such an individual must continually innovate management
and administrative control mechanisms based on constant
research to maintain productivity and profitability of the
operations of the agency
searched the archives of the major African newspapers and several
others from across the globe. I found one particular article in
a French newspaper Le Monde Nouevelle, which
linked him to a grand international crime syndicate comprising
among other groups, the Devil’s Imps and the Blue Jinns. Aha!
The very groups mentioned by Isis, I should say Dr. Abydos. (Why
did I want to call her Isis???)
article said that he was the “godfather” of this syndicate, and
all the groups were sworn to absolute loyalty to him personally.
But, of the many crimes associated with these groups, none has
ever been attributed directly to Dr. Sheitan, or for that matter,
his top lieutenants running these groups. This syndicate included
organizations from every part of the world. It was truly an international
on Devil’s Imps and Blue Jinns provided access to several comprehensive
news stories. Combining the stories about these two groups, they
allege that the two groups together are engage in:
business practices, including Internet fraud
economic and industrial espionage
and money laundering
in controlled substances and other international contraband
pandering and prostitution
and promoting child pornography
article asserts that the Blue Jinns are involved in snuff
assorted homicides, kidnapping charges, bribery, arson,
perjury, assault, battery, extortion, theft, weapons and
blackmail charges, and various tax, licensing, and zoning
none of these charges were ever proven. In fact, most of them
never even got to court. And when they did get to court, the witnesses
either disappeared or recanted their previous sworn statements.
I searched the society sections. According to these sources, Sheitan
is said to be extremely wealthy, rumored to be the richest individual
in the world. He is the owner of several mansions sprinkled all
around the globe. He is also the owner of over 9,000 “night-clubs”
which are suspected fronts for his multitude of nefarious enterprises.
I learned that Sheitan is a great yachting enthusiast, enjoys
breeding and racing thoroughbred horses, and owns many racing
cars and polo ponies. He is also a licensed pilot and owns a fleet
of several private airplanes (possibly used in the drug trade???).
He is said to be a leading member of an International Society
of Big Game Hunters, which many writers believe is just another
front for his criminal activities.
all indications, Sheitan is also a prolific playwright. Among
his works was a re-write of the ancient British play Tetiviluis
and the Shakespearean play Richard III. The first
play details Satan’s use of humanity’s baser instincts to corrupt
the world. The second play is about a power-mad individual who
kills thousands of people, including members of his own family,
in his campaign to seize the crown of England. Neither of these
plays where critical successes, however.
is also the author of several articles published in a magazine
he owns. Among the articles was one that discussed the role of
fratricide in literature and history citing Cain and Abel, Romulus
and Remus, among others. I read this particular article. In it,
he wrote that, “...sometimes the commission of apparently abhorrent
acts, such as the killing of one’s own brother, is necessary to
achieve a greater good...” Hmmm.
I looked at past issues of the online gossip columnists. There
were, as you might expect, many mentions of him there. Inevitably,
they always talked about him and someone other than his wife.
Apparently, in addition to a penchant for being seen in the finest
restaurants and theaters, he is known to associate with many of
the world’s lewdest women. It is said that he has been an eager
participant in many kinky activities, including S/M sessions with
these women. One of his favorite pastimes seems to be conducting
his own peculiar brand of “fancy-dress” parties (or what we call
costume parties or masquerade balls). The difference is that all
his parties are in reality orgies, where his perverted versions
of Dionysian and similar rituals are acted out.
parties generally start with massive drug consumption and drinking
and end up with every possible sexual depravity one might imagine.
One such party was dedicated to the memory of an insane Hollywood
comedian, who allegedly killed one of his guests with a coke bottle
he forcibly inserted in her vagina. Another time, a party was
dedicated to the memory of the Borgias, and on still another occasion,
to the notorious 20th century gangsters Meyer Lansky and Arnold
these parties, he liked to dress up as Dionysus or Bacchus. Sometimes
he would come as the Roman emperors Caligula or Nero, and even
as Messalina, wife of the Roman emperor Claudius.
one such party, he became angry because a guest casually mentioned
his brother Osiris. According to the gossip, Set flew into a rage
and beat the unfortunate person who made this error with an empty
champagne bottle. He did not stop striking his victim until he
was unconscious, and the victim’s blood was splattered everywhere.
Screaming that he hated Osiris, he threatened all the other participants
with similar beatings, or worse, if Osiris or Isis were ever mentioned
in his presence again. Needless to say, the atmosphere at that
particular party was somewhat restrained after this incident.
Or, at least, this is the way the story was told by the particular
a man I thought to myself. But at least I now had a working dossier
on our main adversary. I knew that Isis…I mean Dr. Abydos would
be pleased with my work so far. I wanted to call her and tell
her of my progress, but I didn’t. And then I thought of my loving
wife back in the District. I closed the search window on my laptop
and loaded the picture of my family. In a couple of seconds, I
saw Marguerite’s smiling face on the screen and that of my children,
my daughters Agnes and Amandla Nzinga, and my son Shaka.
for some reason, I thought of Dr. Abydos and her husband and son.
I knew then why I felt uneasy about wanting to call Dr. Abydos
by her given name. I was afraid I was beginning to admire the
great lady a little too much, or more precisely, in the wrong
manner. I resolved never to think of the good lady that way again.
Meet the Son
quite satisfied with my research, I prepared to turn in for the
night. First, however, I sent e-mail to Dr. Abydos requesting
that she make financial arrangements for the rest of my task.
I would need travel financing and general expense money. I also
requested her assistance in gaining access to the world of the
rich and famous, my new term for the lifestyle enjoyed by Dr.
the next morning, I got a phone call from Horus, the young son
of Osiris and Isis Abydos. Unlike his mother, who you might recall
had a slight accent when she spoke in English, he spoke perfect
English, without any trace of an accent. Horus told me that he
had been instructed to give me an unlimited expense account for
my travel, research, and other functions. I thanked him. He sounded
very intelligent and knowledgeable. From the sound of his voice,
I realized he must be around the same age as my eldest daughter
Amandla. Impulsively, I asked him how old he was.
answered, “23 years old, sir, old enough to deal with my father’s
I found out he had studied at UCLA, in what used to be the state
of California. Indeed, he had lived in that area for over seven
years completing his undergraduate and graduate work there. “Perfect
for my daughter,” I thought, and I determined then and there to
contrive a meeting of the two.
said, “Although we are speaking on a secure phone line, I think
a face to face meeting will be best for any further conversation.
I do not think we should take any chances. Can we meet for lunch…let’s
say around one o’clock today?”
of course, where do you suggest we meet?” I answered.
said, “I know this little place that serves a smorgasbord of African
and African influenced dishes; it’s called The Boiling Table.
It takes its name from an ancient Nile valley tradition of preparing
grilled and boiled meats for public consumption. Perhaps you’ve
heard of it?”
not really, but I am anxious to try it. Where is it located?”
replied, “Good. Its not too far from your hotel, 14 Madagascar
Ave. is its address, anyone can help you find it if you get lost.
last thing he said before we hung-up was, “You’ll know me right
away, I’ll be wearing a UCLA tee shirt and jeans, and I have long
found the neat little restaurant with very little difficulty.
It was sort of Afro-Polynesian in look with lots of rattan and
wicker-type furniture, but at the same time, it was rather stately
with fine china, sparkling service from the wait staff and the
looked around for Horus, but I couldn’t find him anywhere, so
I told the maitre de that I needed a table for two. I went on
to say that I was waiting for one other person, and I gave him
his name and asked the maitre de to make sure that Horus was directed
to my table.
said, “Certainly, sir, as soon as the gentleman arrives.”
about the time I was getting comfortable, I heard this voice saying,
“Mr. Wright, I take it.”
looked up expecting to see Horus. To my surprise, it was not Horus,
but another young man looking nothing at all like Horus had described
himself. I noticed that he glared down at me with a significant
degree of anger and contempt.
I could speak, he said, “My boss doesn’t like nosey busy bodies.
If you value your health, I would advise you to stop snooping
around. Mind your own business, because as you people say, curiosity
killed the cat.”
you know, two days ago this would have scared me away, but today
it only made me more determined than ever; the audacity of these
people threatening my life like that. Instead of being frightened,
I took advantage of the opportunity to record in my journalist’s
mind all I could about this young gentleman. I noted that
he sported a ruby-studded ring with the initials DI flanking either
side of the gem. I also noted that he was carrying a concealed
automatic pistol…well…noted it may not be the proper expression.
More precisely, he made sure I knew he was carrying this
five minutes later, Horus decked out in his dreadlocks, sporting
the UCLA tee shirt, and jeans stood before me.
he said with the same resolute voice from our phone conversation.
down quickly...we’ve got a problem,” I answered nervously.
problem? What do you mean?” he asked inquisitively.
recounted my experience with the young thug with the ruby ring.
he said, “that would be one of the…what is the old phrase from
the gangster movies...torpedoes, you know, a button man, he is
one of the hit men for the Devil’s Imps. Don’t worry; they have
quite a nasty bark, but they can be de-fanged, if you know what
I mean. We’ve dealt with them before...my people can handle them…don’t
worry. Besides, they are the least of our problems.”
listened to this confident young man and could only nod affirmatively.
I wondered what he meant by my people, this was
the first time I’ve heard about his people. I decided to let it
go for now, assuming that when the time was right, Horus would
fill me in. I thought to myself that I liked this young man more
and more each moment.
waiter came and took our order. Horus ordered a West African rice
and chicken dish; I selected a Brazilian entree popular among
the African people of that area. Its main components were braised
beef, rice, and collard greens. We had a couple of Kenyan beers
and a salad to round out our order. While we waited for the food,
Horus elaborated on the history of the struggle between his family
and his uncle’s forces.
told me that he believed his uncle Set was plotting to eventually
murder his family. Horus believed that his uncle intended to discredit
them and their allies first. He told me that Set and his wife
Nephthys had a violent falling out over his uncle’s attitude toward
his family. He went on to say that Nephthys’ abhorrence of her
husband’s plan had convinced her to defect to their side. Her
actions could only be interpreted as a complete break with her
said that Set’s previous attempts to kill, or otherwise injure
his family, had been constantly foiled by the excellent intelligence
system put in place by the Abydos family, and managed by Thoth.
He also said that his mother, Isis, with the help of Nephthys,
and a Mr. Robert Anubis, had sworn to keep the commercial writings
and work of his father Osiris alive, even if it required going
underground. He told me that they intended to institutionalize
the business and social philosophy associated with his parents
under the power of the International Amen-Ra Humanists Societies.
He further informed me that his family and associates felt that
these actions were primary aspects of their overall plan to build
a wider alliance to fight against the Sheitan syndicate.
more we talked the more I was impressed with this young man. I
have to definitely introduce Amandla to him when the time is right.
Obviously, the tense and dangerous situation he and his family
faced prevented much progress on that front. Nevertheless, I believed
he would make a perfect son-in-law. Or rather, I should say, a
asked him what the International Amen-Ra Humanists Societies was.
All I knew about it was that it had played a part in the overall
efforts to build public awareness and support for continental
government in Africa.
said vaguely, “Oh, it is an aggregation of like-minded agencies,
dedicated to advancing mankind and increasing universal knowledge.”
first semi-evasive answer, perhaps he doesn’t fully trust me yet,”
waiter returned with our order. Half way through the meal, Horus
suddenly asked me about my family. What a stroke of luck I thought.
I told him about Marguerite, saying that a man could not want
a better mate. Then I told him about my son Shaka. I told him
that he played a lot of soccer and considered himself a musician.
soccer comment seemed to interest him; he interrupted me, saying,
“My people play a lot of soccer, we find that team sports are
good preparation for other things.”
looked straight at me and said, with a greater seriousness in
his voice than the tenor that had marked his previous remarks,
“You know what I mean by my people don’t you? I mean what
they used to call my posse, my crew, if you will. I refer to the
people who work with me on special assignments. You know…like
dealing with the DI and the Blue Jinns punks.”
he smiled and said, “We like music too. We must get together with
your son and jam sometime.”
nodded my head in assent, although I wasn’t quite sure what I
was agreeing to. Nevertheless, I felt in my bones that it was
continued describing my family. I told him that my youngest daughter
was named after Marguerite’s grandaunt; she had kept their family
alive during the great depression of 2009-2011 that was a horrible
period. I remember how Marguerite fretted for our little family
as well as for her relatives. And then I got to what I really
wanted to talk about.
eldest daughter is 22. She just finished law school and has passed
the universal bar, so she can practice all over the world. Indeed,
Amandla was the youngest person ever to do this; the normal age
for graduating law school and passing the universal bar exam was
24-27 years old.”
told him that she did her undergrad work in forensic investigation
and jurimetrics. I took a little gamble and told Horus that, “She
is a very attractive and brilliant young woman, if I do say so
myself. Her name is Amandla Nzinga. We gave her that name, because
we wanted her to understand the concept and importance of power.
Ergo, we chose the Azanian word for power, Amandla, as her first
name. We also wanted her to appreciate the historic significance
of great African women, so we gave her Queen Nzinga’s name as
her second name.”
I thought. “Perhaps I was overselling her. After all, who in their
right mind wants to be fixed-up; surely not such an accomplished
and wealthy young man, who could probably get any young woman
he desired. And perhaps he would feel that the particular time
was totally inappropriate.”
to my delight, young Horus looked at me with an even wider smile,
indeed he looked absolutely animated.
exclaimed, “I would like to meet Amandla…I mean, I would like
to meet your family, sir. They all sound like such wonderful people.
Perhaps Shaka and I could swap soccer stories, and your daughters,
well, I am sure that Agnes would be just charming to meet. And
Amandla seems like...well, she seems like...I mean with her academic
and professional background, she sounds like the kind of woman
we need to er um help investigate this case. Do you think
she might be interested in that? If it’s ok with you and your
wife, I mean.”
said, “We can certainly broach the subject with her. Yes, I think
she would probably find this case challenging.”
was working out far beyond my wildest hopes, although I was a
little bit reluctant to see my daughter exposed to some of the
characters involved in this mess. Nevertheless, I told myself,
“You can’t make an omelet without breaking some eggs.”
I will call her this afternoon and ask her. If she says yes, I
assume it will be ok if I use the account you set up for me to
pay her expenses and the like?”
course, by all means, we need all the help we can get in this
matter. Whatever you have to do to get Amandla involved, please
do so,” he answered.
that, we finished our meal, paid our bill, and went our separate
I could call Amandla, I had to wait seven hours. This was difficult
for me to do, because I was very excited about asking her to come
to Africa and work on this case with me. But due to the time difference,
I had to wait to avoid calling her in the middle of the night.
I waited, I thought about Horus and how calm he seemed. If my
father was missing, and I suspected the kinds of things about
my uncle that he does about Dr. Sheitan, I think I would be a
complete wreck. But he wasn’t, he was absolutely cool about the
whole murky situation. Then I remembered something he told me
on the phone; he was old enough to take care of his father’s
enemies. It dawned on me that he was calm only because he
had decided precisely what he was going to do. He was going to
seek his revenge on Sheitan and his cronies. The more I thought
about Horus the more I thought of him as a truly competent man.
I thought he is a fine son, and I am sure he must be a fine leader.
I was more enthused about him than ever and looked forward to
having him meet my Amandla.
kill time, I watched a nature show and then a local variety show
on the national television station. After that, I set my alarm
clock to wake me at 2:00 a.m. and took a nap.
woke up to the sound of the clock’s unpleasant loud buzzing. I
shut it off and reached for the phone and dialed Amandla’s number.
After a couple of rings, I heard my daughter’s familiar voice.
this is dad,” I responded.
she blurted, “Daddy, how are you? Where are you? Are you back
in the District? Is everything ok? We are all so concerned about
soon as I could interrupt her, I told her that I was fine, no
I was still in the Seychelles and that everything was progressing
favorably. Then, with my fingers crossed, I told her about my
meeting with Horus, and our proposal that she come and help investigate
his father’s disappearance. There was a short pause that seemed
like an eternity before she answered.
I think that it would be good for my career to handle such a high
profile case. Give me five days to tie up some loose ends here,
and I will join you in the Seychelles. Please have an open-ended
round-trip ticket, preferably first class waiting for me, ok?”
answered, “Will do. I’ll have it there tomorrow, and I will reserve
a suite for you here at the hotel. Say hello to your mom, your
brother, and sister for me. Bye sweetheart.”
answered with just the slightest hint of controlled excitement,
“I will, bye daddy, see you in five days, and you be sure to take
care of yourself.”
that day, I called Horus. I told him that Amandla would be arriving
in five days. He was delighted at my news, and I couldn’t help
but think that everything was falling into place. Well…if you
ignore the fact that his father was still missing, and that my
life had been threatened by some young thug…but anyway, you know
what I mean.
told me he would inform his mother about Amandla, and he would
arrange for a meeting to bring Amandla up to speed. I told him
that I was preparing a summary of my research and of the notes
I made of our restaurant meeting for Amandla’s perusal, and I
would copy it to him and his mother. He told me it sounded like
a good idea, and he looked forward to reviewing my research himself.
not to think about Amandla, I busied myself with making preparations
for her arrival. I made a reservation for a suite down the hall
from me and secured a car for her use. The rest of the time I
occupied myself with my investigation into Osiris’ disappearance
and putting the finishing touches on my summary. During this short
interlude, I didn’t speak to either Horus or his mother. However,
I did get a short communiqué from Horus confirming the meeting
he set-up for Amandla’s benefit.
days before she was supposed to arrive, I received e-mail from
Amandla telling me she had made all the necessary arrangements
and would be on the flight as planned.
wrote that, “Shaka and Agnes Hatshepsut had wanted to come and
that mom cried...” Amandla always called my youngest daughter
by her full name, Agnes Hatshepsut, because she said that it was
important that Agnes be proud of her heritage as a young African
queen. She went on to say, “Mom sends her love and wants you to
be careful. See you 3:00 p.m. your time Wednesday, June 3rd.”
I told Horus I had received this e-mail from Amandla, he asked
if he could go to the airport with me to pick her up.
disguising my glee, I answered, “Sure…that would be just great.”
next couple of days seemed like an eternity, but June 3rd finally
rolled around. Horus picked me up in his personal car, and he
drove us to the airport. Standing at the international arrival
terminal, I looked up and noted that Amandla’s flight was scheduled
to touch down right on time. Within minutes, we could see her
plane taxiing up to the gate. I was giddy with excitement. I glanced
over at Horus and noted that, as always, he appeared to be exceptionally
calm, except for a little look of anticipation in his face. We
watched as the passengers deplaned and then I saw her.
dear, here we are!” I shouted.
she saw me, Amandla broke out into a broad smile and waved. As
she approached us, I tried to see her as a man might see her,
not as her father. The woman I saw was dressed in a three-piece
black silk pantsuit, matching black sandals with a slight heel,
the sandals framed her immaculately pedicured feet, and she wore
black pearl earrings that glistened on each ear from the light
streaming behind her. As she walked towards us, her knee-length
jacket seemed to float on a gentle breeze, which drew your attention
to her long, elegant legs. For the first time, it dawned on me
that my little girl was actually an extremely
attractive woman, a fact that did not seem to be lost on
Horus I might add. If I had to put his expression into words,
I would say he had been struck by a thunderbolt.
came up to me and gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. I
introduced her to Horus, and they shook hands. Their first response
to each other seemed oddly professional and pro forma, but then
again, I guess I couldn’t expect anything more from a first meeting.
We walked over to claim Amandla’s baggage, and she told us about
her flight. Uneventful she said, but the in-flight meal was interesting.
she turned to Horus and said in a very judicial voice, “Now, tell
me; what is the latest on your father’s situation?”
looked at her and said, “We will fill you in completely at a meeting
scheduled for later this evening. I can tell you that we have
some new intelligence, and we believe he is still alive.”
intelligence…still alive,” I thought, “he didn’t tell me that.
Now that my daughter is here am I going to become superfluous?”
answered, “Good, I want to get right down to work. The meeting
and the summary dad has prepared for me should bring me up to
then turned to me and said, “I thought that perhaps we should
grab a bite to eat before the meeting…if you are hungry?”
he was looking at me, it was obvious that he was really talking
to Amandla. It was his way of asking my permission. Being the
brilliant and perceptive father that I am I said, “Oh gosh, wish
I could, but I have some research I have to finish before the
meeting. Maybe the two of you could go without me, besides you
don’t need an old man like me slowing you young people down.”
turned towards Amandla’s direction, lowered his eyes a little
(this was the first time I saw him so unsure of himself) and asked
her if she thought that was a good idea.
with what appeared to me to be a little twinkle in her eye, and
a modest, but obviously confident smile said, “I think that would
be a great idea. It will get us off on a good foot, since I have
been led to believe that you and I will be working together a
yes, the two of us will be working very closely. Very closely,”
helped Amandla retrieve her luggage, and we left the terminal.
When we got to his car, I held open the front passenger door for
Amandla, while Horus put her baggage in the trunk. I sat in the
back seat and tried not to listen to their conversation. However,
I did hear enough to know they seemed comfortable with each other.
Always a good sign, I thought to myself. Yep, this is working
out just fine. Now if only there wasn’t this horrid kidnapping
hovering over everything, but then again, if there hadn’t been
a kidnapping, they would never have met.
funny how something good can come out of even the worst situation.
Gets Down to Business
felt good; I felt really good! I couldn’t wait to contact Marguerite,
so I called her. I knew it would be the middle of the night back
in the District, but I didn’t care. I wanted to tell her that
Amandla had gotten here safely. I also wanted to tell her that
her husband was a master matchmaker. I dialed our number and on
the fifth ring this sleepy, but familiar voice, answered with
a hesitant hello. I returned an excited “Hello” and after a second
or so she realized who I was and greeted me with a mixture of
trepidation and joy.
there anything wrong dear? Is Amandla ok?” she asked.
told her that everything was fine. I told her Amandla was here
safe and sound, and indeed had made a new friend.
friend…who is this new friend?” she asked.
you know I told you I couldn’t tell you what I was working on
here?” I answered.
she said, “of course I remember.”
I am working for the Abydos family. Dr. Osiris Abydos has disappeared,
and I am doing research to help their investigation. They have
this nice young son Horus who is just Amandla’s age. They hit
it off when she got here like they were old friends.”
what do you know about him, is he ok, can we trust him?” she questioned
me like a prosecutor.
told her not to worry that I had full confidence in him, and that
he was really a wonderfully intelligent young man.
fact, Marguerite, he is really quite a catch for any woman, you
would like him. I do,” I said.
told me, “Ok, if you feel comfortable, I trust your judgment.”
then asked her if everything was ok with her.
said, “Yes, everything is running smoothly. The Lyons said that
we must have that dinner as soon as you get back. That bitch Debbie
made a little shitty comment about you running around with some
Seychelles exotic dancer.”
is Mrs. Lyons; well, you know how friends can be sometimes…a little
shall we say…catty?
told Marguerite not to worry about Debbie; after all, you know
Debbie would do anything.
was a little private joke Marguerite and I share about Debbie
Lyons. It is a play on the old 20th century porno film titles.
You know the ones I’m talking about, the Debbie is a complete
whore films, “Debbie Does…” fill in the blank, Debbie
Does Her Best Friend’s Husband, Debbie Does Herself,
things like that.
laughed and assured me that she doesn’t pay old Debbie any attention.
After all, having the name Debbie is punishment enough.
Well honey, gotta go, say hello to Agnes and Shaka for me, and
be sure to give my regards to the Lyons.”
will…goodbye. And take care of yourself, and watch out for Amandla,
you know how headstrong she is,” Marguerite answered.
told her that I would and said goodbye, then we hung-up.
were three hours before the meeting, so I rested for a while and
listened to some music. I was too excited about Amandla and Horus
to do anything else.
meeting was to be held in a conference room at Seychelles First
International Bank. Most of Kemetic’s money was deposited in this
bank. It was good business to deal with local establishments.
It creates a cash velocity beneficial to both concerns. The bank
was only two blocks from my hotel, so I walked.
Thoth and Candace Maat Luxor, Amandla, and I were the only individuals
expected to attend this meeting. Both Dr. Abydos and Dr. Nephthys
Sheitan (now separated from her husband) were otherwise committed
and could not attend.
I walked into the room, only the Luxors were there. I greeted
them, and they returned my salutation. Thoth introduced himself
and his wife, as this was the first time we had formally met.
I was immediately impressed with the professional bearing of the
couple. Mrs. Luxor, an attractive woman who appeared to be about
5 feet 7, 125-130 pounds, was attired in a beige or eggshell colored
light cotton blend suit. Her jacket had faux seashell buttons
and three very utilitarian pockets. The rather long flowing skirt
almost reached down to her ankles. Her blouse was white, pure
silk or silk blend, with a frilled collar. She sported some kind
of professional or academic pin on the jacket’s left lapel. She
wore a pair of very smart dark brown, almost mahogany-looking
sandals. I must confess that I stared at her dainty toenails a
little bit too long, but I found their stunning symmetry and dark
brown nail polish fascinating, even dare I said it, erotic. Her
fingernails were painted the same color, and they too were immaculately
manicured. Her husband Thoth wore a short-sleeved safari suit
that could be best described as a mint green made of some kind
of cotton blend, perhaps cotton and silk, and he wore tan sandals.
He appeared to be about 190 pounds, six feet tall or thereabouts,
and his face seemed to be what some might call ruggedly handsome.
I suppose he would make quite an impression on the members of
the sugar and spice and everything nice gender, but to
be frank, I preferred contemplating his wife. Go figure eh guys?
All in all, they made quite a striking 30-something couple.
five minutes later, Horus and Amandla walked into the room together.
Perhaps I should say that they sort of floated into the room.
Judging from their very animated conversation and reasonably jovial
demeanor considering the gravity of the situation, it was clear
that they had had an amiable meal. From all indications, it was
probable that they had spent the entire time between the meal
and the meeting together. Amandla had not even bothered to inquire
about her car.
they were both ready to do business, and when he came in Horus
immediately sat down and assumed his responsibility as chair.
Amandla sat next to me and extricated a legal pad from her briefcase
along with a small tape recorder.
introduced Amandla to the Luxors and the Luxors to her. They greeted
each other warmly and with an ease that generally is reserved
for old comrades in arms. Thoth suggested to Amandla that given
the subject matter of the meeting, he preferred that she refrained
from taping the proceedings; she nodded in agreement and put the
tape recorder away.
began the meeting. He started with a brief introduction, “My father
has been missing since he left for his trip to the Middle East.
We know that this is the work of Set and the Jinns and Imps thugs,
but we do not want to make a move until we know exactly where
father is being held. We know that this has been done in league
with business forces in the European Union and the Northern Federation
that are hostile to both the United States of Africa and the United
Arab States. We also must deal with the fact that this kidnapping
could not have been pulled off without the assistance of other
individuals inside of Kemetic itself. Thoth will address that
aspect. Candace Maat will address our legal strategy. Amandla,
you will be working with both of them in their respective capacities.
Thoth, if you will proceed.”
Luxor began, “Thank you. First, let us deal with the internal
problem. We know that Set has certain allies in Kemetic working
with him. We already have identified his primary operatives in
the kidnapping of Osiris.”
Tshombe, who in his capacity in security had access to Osiris’
travel agenda, was able to give the kidnappers an exact timetable
of Osiris’ schedule for the trip and all the security plans as
second major internal accomplice is Elaine Mobutu in Financial
Accounting. We have learned that she has altered the books as
part of Set’s plan to accuse Osiris of illicit financial activity.
have devised appropriate responses for both of these individuals.
These responses will not be elaborated on in this meeting, but
we assure you, they will be thorough and appropriate for the treachery.
Let’s just say that they won’t be in Kemetic anymore, indeed they
won’t be anywhere ever again.
to Set’s general plan, we know that he has planted stories in
the media organs he controls accusing Osiris of the following:
the effort to create a common African currency in the year
2001 in league with certain reactionary elements in the
area that use to comprise the old Gulf states in the Middle
Kemetic funds to an organization called Euroescorts to maintain
a personal harem of white whores
an affair with his sister-in-law Nephthys, even going so
far as to say that Robert Anubis is their illegitimate son-alleging
that Nephthys had him while she was assigned to work in
Vietnam as the President of our Asia operations and arranged
for him to be adopted by the Anubis family.
can refute every one of these charges, but it will take a little
time. This is where Amandla and Richard are going to be quite
helpful. But unfortunately, the rules of the Delta Dynastic Group
require that the whole Kemetic board be suspended until the allegations
are resolved. So as of next month, the operations of Kemetic will
be taken over by Delta personnel. That means we will not be able
to touch any Kemetic resources. So our acting Chair, Sister Isis,
has already arranged for the Wrights to be compensated and reimbursed
from non-Kemetic funds, and all our activities relating to our
investigation and counter-responses also will be carried on these
accounts and other non-Kemetic accounts. As directed by the acting
Chair, Candace Maat and I have devised an operational scheme for
the next few months. We will discuss that immediately after Candy,
as I like to call her sometimes, makes her comments on our legal
Maat started with a brief disclaimer. “I can’t really add much
to what my husband has just said, other than that my staff is
preparing a legal position oriented to the Delta Dynastic Group
for the local courts here in the Seychelles, to the Supreme Court
of the United States of Africa, and to the World Court. Secondly,
we have enlisted the assistance of trusted auditors to counter
the phony financial misfeasance charges. We are also amassing
evidence to show that Osiris was a prime advocate of an African
currency. We have already secured the support of the key African
political leaders in this matter, so that will be no problem.
Finally, I want to say to Amandla that I look forward to her contribution
in all these aspects.”
thanked both Luxors for their reports, and then asked what these
new assignments they had devised in response to his mother’s directive
speaking for both his wife and himself said, “We have decided
that Ms. Wright must infiltrate the Sheitan organization. She
has the right academic and professional training, and she is unknown
to them. She is the perfect agent to secure the inside information
we need to finish this organization once and for all.”
looked at me. I could tell he didn’t like this idea, and frankly,
neither did I. I didn’t want Amandla taking these kinds of chances-research,
even litigation, fine. But infiltrating their organization…no,
that’s not a good idea at all.
I could object, Horus said, “Well, I don’t believe that’s a good
idea. Why, Amandla doesn’t even know the terrain yet. No, I am
afraid that won’t fly.”
Maat answered firmly, “We understand your sentiments, Horus. However,
there is no viable alternative. You must try not to let personal
feelings blind you to our necessities.”
shot back, “This is not personal; why, Ms. Wright and I have just
met. It’s not personal at all. I just don’t think that she is
ready to take on this kind of assignment. And besides...”
interrupted him and said, “Horus, it does appear to be personal
sentiment on your part. You must come to see that weakness in
yourself...please recall the danger we all face from this menace,
not to mention the immediate danger your father is facing...”
angered said, “I am aware of my father’s predicament, and I understand
the general problem as well, or better than anyone in this room,
but what you fail to understand is that...”
he could finish, Amandla asserted herself. She declared (in a
very authoritative voice that I wasn’t aware my daughter even
possessed), “I am here to do a job, I agree with the Luxors. I
am the best person for this job. And the particular job must be
done. Now, as I understand the rules of this meeting, everything
is done based on the principles of democratic centralism. If so,
then I believe we have you out-voted.”
tried to interrupt Amandla, but she sensed what I was going to
say, and said to me, “Dad, understand that this is my profession,
please do not try to interfere.”
turning to Horus, but still addressing me she said, “I appreciate
what you and dear brother Horus are trying to do, but you must
trust my professional judgment, you must have confidence in my
ability. I can take care of myself. Please do not worry. Trust
me, and trust the Luxors as well as the excellent leadership of
Dr. Abydos. We must trust each other, because this task of ours
is vital to the well being of African people all over the world,
indeed, it is important to the whole world.”
looking rather pensive, conceded Amandla’s point. I was told to
continue my research, the meeting was ended, and we all got up
to leave. I gave Amandla the reservation number for her car and
told her I had spoken with her mom and then kissed her. She told
me not to worry; her exact words were, “Don’t worry; I know what
returned to my hotel room and ordered a small green salad and
a Banana Daiquiri from room service. I was still a little anxious
for Amandla’s safety as you might expect. I decided to take a
warm bath after eating, thinking that it would relax me. I went
into the bathroom and ran the water at maximum hot, intending
that it should cool down while I finished the salad and cocktail.
heard a knock on the door. I opened it without inquiring whom
it was, assuming that it was room service, but it wasn’t room
service. It was a hotel maid who said she had come to change my
towels. Not thinking anything was wrong, I said, go ahead, and
I turned my back to her and walked toward the window to look at
the bathers on the beach.
to quiet my nervous thoughts, I decided to have two Daiquiris.
Just as I was picking up the phone to call room service again,
I heard a sharp noise that sounded like fireworks. Almost instantly,
I felt a searing pain in my back. I heard two more such sounds,
and I felt this same pain in my upper back and the back of my
head. I realized I was being shot. That was the last thing I remembered.