The African Rises

By Claude Beauregard

The African Rises is a fictional story drawing on past and present historic material. It takes a unique approach to examine how power is used by a minority to maintain their control over the vast resources of Africa in the postmodern world. It does so using a modern interpretation of the trilogy of Ausar, Aset and Heru sometimes referred to as the Ausarian drama and the struggle for power between Ausar and his evil Brother Set in ancient Egypt. The African Rises expands on the trilogy and uses it as a base to tell the story of an African male living in the United States who returns to Africa seeking to unify the continent. The story details the challenges faced by this individual to achieve that goal and the attempts by foreign powers to stop him. The main character Sekhem must also deal with his internal conflict and the great power he possesses in his quest for spiritual freedom. The only question is will he complete his task in time and defeat a great and ancient evil that has also been watching his movements and waiting for a time to reveal its ultimate horror for humankind?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Claude Beauregard
• Release date: Mar 3, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005766719

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The African Rises

Copyright 1998 Claude Beauregard

Published by Claude Beauregard at Smashwords

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Table of Contents

Acknowledgements

Introduction

Prolog

Return Home

The Awakening

Houses of the Netherworld

Powerplay

The Alliance

Retaliation

Unification

The Fold Strengthens

The Arab Front

End Game

Evolution

Afterword

Acknowledgements

I dedicate this book to the many people in Africa and the World that died and sacrificed for my freedom. I dedicate this book to the thinkers whose words went unheeded and to the radicals that are unheard. I dedicate this book to the modern freedom fighters trying to make Africa whole. I dedicate this book to Ramses II of ancient Egypt, Ahmose I of the Eighteenth Dynasty Egypt, Patrice Emery Lumumba Prime Minister of the Congo in 1960 betrayed and assassinated in 1961 and to Cheikh Anta Diop a Pharoah of knowledge amid a sea of ignorance and apathy. I dedicate this book also to Queen Tiye of Egypt for proving the strength of her intellect matched her beauty. Queen Hatshepsut of ancient Egypt for keeping the Empire strong. Queen Nzingha of Angola for proving the strength of African women in a sea of African men that called themselves leaders but chose to be cowards, and to all the women of Africa whose voices are still not being heard.

Introduction

The African Rises is a fictional adventure story drawing on past and present historic material. It takes a unique approach to examine how power is used by a minority to maintain their control over the vast resources of Africa in the postmodern world.

This book also exposes the reader to some of the ancient religious beliefs of the Egyptians and the Dogon. It not only uses that age-old struggle between good and evil but does so using a modern interpretation of the trilogy of Ausar, Aset, and Heru (Ausarian Drama).

This book expands on the trilogy and uses it as a base to tell a story about an African male living in the United States who returns to Africa seeking to unify the continent. The story details the problems this individual must go through to achieve that goal and the attempts by South African, the U. S and European powers to stop him. It addresses the greed and negligence of some African leaders and peoples in their destruction. It highlights his attempts to end the slavery of Africans in northern Africa and the Middle East by some members of the Arab and African community who still practice it and the downfall of the Roman Catholic Church, and the final destruction of Israel and the Middle East.

The main character Sekhem must also deal with his internal conflict and the great power he possesses in his quest for spiritual freedom. The only question is will he complete his task in time.

Prolog

In the center of a dimly lit room, there sits an Ankh the symbol of unity and life to those who follow the Medu Neter. Kneeled before this Ankh is a man of dark skin, wooly hair, full lips, and strong features.

He speaks the laws of his faith; the called the Admonitions of Maát.

1. I have not done wrong.

2. I have not committed robbery.

3. I have not stolen.

4. I have not slain people.

5. I have not destroyed the food offerings.

6. I have not reduced measures.

7. I have not stolen the God’s property.

8. I have not told lies

9. I have not stolen food.

10. I have not sullen.

11. I have not fornicated with the fornicator.

12. I have not caused anyone to weep.

13. I have not dissembled.

14. I have not transgressed.

15. I have not done grain-profiteering.

16. I have not robbed a parcel of land.

17. I have not discussed secrets.

18. I have brought no lawsuits.

19. I have not disputed at all about property.

20. I have not had intercourse with a married woman.

21. I have not wrongly copulated.

22. I have not struck fear into any man.

23. I have not transgressed.

24. I have not been hot-tempered.

25. I have not been neglectful of truthful words.

26. I have not cursed.

27. I have not been violent.

28. I have not confounded truth.

29. I have not been impatient.

30. I have not judged hastily.

31. I have not been garrulous about matters.

32. I have not multiplied my speech overmuch.

33. I have not done wrong; I have not done evil.

34. I have not cursed the king.

35. I have not fouled water.

36. I have not made haughty my voice.

37. I have not cursed a God.

38. I have not made extollings.

39. I have not harmed the bread ration of the Gods.

40. I have not stolen the Khenef cakes from the blessed.

41. I have not stolen Hefnu cakes of a youth nor have I fettered the God of my town.

42. I have not slain sacred cattle.

These are the laws of faith that he hopes will guide him into the light of his God. These are the laws that rule his life and control his destiny. He hopes he can follow them faithfully but unfortunately; he lives in a world where following these laws to the letter world spell his destruction. He will compromise and let the scale of Maat determines his fate. His prayer ends, I am, he says as he stands to leave his center of worship. He hears a soft voice ask, Will you die for them? He looks up in bewilderment, for now, the question goes unanswered.

Return Home

A well-built man wearing an Ankh around his neck sits inside a busy airport looking around to see the faces of strangers wondering if could ever have called any of them a friend. He hears an announcement over the speakers, Flight 122 leaving for Paris, France is now being boarded will all passengers please report to the terminal. He stands and hurriedly walks to the terminal as he enters the flight attendant checks his ticket assured of its validity, she hands it back to him as he boards the plane. After a few minutes of sitting and waiting impatiently for the plane to depart, he hears an announcement over the airplane speaker asking all passengers to extinguish their cigarettes and fastens their seatbelts. A stewardess comes in and gives them the usual pre-flight safety speech.

He fastens his seatbelt and gazes out of the window. Time for me to return home to Africa to awaken a part of myself that has remained hidden to me, a sleeper whose true self is eager to be released from its slumber. Slumber indeed for he slips into sleep and for the first time in a long time he dreams. He dreams of an Empire whose children play without the fear of death lingering over them. They know the roots of their culture. They have the respect of their elders and the love of the Creator. He hears a voice, Will you die for them? He awakens startled by this soft voice he looks for clues as to its origin, he finds none. The question goes unanswered.

After arriving in Paris and going through the annoying process of baggage transfer, he boards another plane that will take him to Nigeria and from there he will go to Angola. He notices a man sitting in the seat next to him, a sort of ruffled looking man, but with a noted look of knowledge on his face. So do you come from Nigeria or Angola? he asks.

From Angola, I'm returning there so I can help my government in their industrialization efforts.

So, you are a national then?

Yes, the government often sends a selected group of individuals to various countries to learn about subjects such as energy, medicine, agriculture, and any other subject that the government thinks could be useful to complete our goal of becoming self-sufficient, my specialty is electronics engineering. How about you, is Angola or Nigeria your home?

Home, no I'm originally from Egypt but I consider all of Africa my home.

As well you should, what are you planning on doing in Angola?

I'm a troubleshooter of sorts I go in and assess a situation and determine the best way to alleviate certain problems.

What kind of problems?

Problems involving the best use of resources whether it is people, wealth or other important commodities.

I don't think you're going to have too much of a problem finding work, the nations of Africa are beginning to redevelop their economies, by the way, my name is Chike Kokumo, he says extending his hand in friendship.

And mine is Sekhem nice to meet you.

A voice is heard over the speaker, We are preparing to take off please extinguish all cigarettes and fasten your seatbelt. Both men fasten their seatbelts and prepare for takeoff while continuing their conversation.

The plane has reached its destination and prepares to land, Hello we are preparing to land please fasten your seatbelt and once again extinguish your cigarettes, and we would like to thank you at this time for flying with us. Sekhem fastens his seatbelt and prepares to step foot on the sands of home for the first time in a long time. After the plane lands he hurriedly unfastens his seatbelt and shakes the hand of his newfound friend Chike once more, he is unsure whether he will ever see him again but he hopes that upon successful completion of his mission life for Chike and countless others will be more peaceful. The door cracks and then it finally opens, At last, speaks Sekhem breathing in a deep breath of air in the country he now calls home.

He walks down to collect his baggage noticing all the different people that walk throughout the airport. Some people are casually dressed, and others are barely dressed due mostly to the heat whose intensity he now begins to feel but he is too excited to care for he has not been home in a very long time, forbidden to return until the time was right. The airport looks fairly modern, not what one would expect after hearing how Africa is supposed to be nothing more than a vast jungle of misfortune. He walks and proudly notices how the women don't clinch their purses at the sight of a black male, how refreshing. The people smile at you with a genuine warmness and are eager to help you which is unusual considering that this is a country at war with itself.

The women are beautiful, full lips and in all shades of black, he thinks to himself when God created the black women God created the most beautiful flower in existence. They begin unloading the baggage from the plane as he grabs the luggage he notices his friend being greeted by what appears to be his family. His wife puts her arms around him and kisses him deeply for a moment afterward they gaze happily at each other. His son jumps into his arms and hugs him saying loudly, Welcome home daddy. He wonders if he will have a family that will greet him with the same kind of love and enthusiasm. He stands outside the airport and takes in another deep breath of air, Ah the sweet smell of Africa. He flags down a cab, To the hotel Aluna please. The cab driver a burly-looking man with a very noticeable scar across his left cheek asked him, Are you new here? No, he says remembering an experience he once had in New York.

While driving from the airport into the city he looks around, his eyes darting about. He sees the beggars in the street, the stores in what appears to be a fairly modern city with military personnel roving the streets waiting for another attack by Unita. The people are doing what people do in all parts of the world trying to survive. He thinks of his plan to unify Africa. He knows that despite the Soviet Union’s temporary downfall that the cold war may once again resume and the United States and the Soviet Union will once again attempt to use Africa dividing it amongst themselves but this time, they will have other players in the game, Canada, China and the threat of Arab expansion via Sudan. If Africa were unified into a nation both economically and militarily, we could defend ourselves against this renewed onslaught and he has not forgotten the Arab threat from the North as their population increases and their resources grow fewer, they will seek to penetrate further into the South.

We're here sir that will be twenty dollars please, he gives the cabby a fifty and tells him to keep the change. Thank you, sir, is there anything else you need today sir. Sekhem looks at him and smiles.

He exits the cab to retrieve his baggage, and the hotel's busboy eagerly jumps to his aid. Let me take those for you, sir, he grabs his leather luggage bruised from its mishandling, the cab speeds off and they enter the hotel, upon entering he smells the heavy scent of perfumed air that seems to be trying to hide something from unsuspecting visitors. But the stench of war is a hard odor to dismiss. It likes to linger in the air to remind us of our mortality. He rings for the desk clerk, Hello sir my name is Ampah may I help you, he says in a squeaky voice.

Sekhem studies him for a quick second. Yes, my name is Sekhem I believe you have a room reserved in my name.

The desk clerk looks hurriedly over the registry, Ah here it is sir room fifty-eight one of our better rooms. The baggage clerk picks up his luggage and shows him the way to his room. He notices out of the corner of his eye a strikingly beautiful woman, statuesque and lean. Her hair is corn-rolled, and she is wearing a long red sequenced dress that hugs every perfect inch of her form. Her facial features are soft and very pronounced, but he thinks to himself what an odd place to be wearing such a dress, the two glance at each other and for a second their eyes lock. She walks towards the bar within the hotel and he notices the strength and gracefulness of her stride that he has noticed in many a black woman before her, but hers seems more pronounced, even in this worn-torn country beauty seems to be everywhere.

But he is tired and for the moment he is more concerned with getting some well-deserved sleep. The baggage clerk takes Sekhem to his room as enters the elevator he notices someone who seems familiar to him walking past, he dismisses it as fatigue his first mistake since his return. He goes up to his room and tips the baggage clerk who had neatly placed his baggage on his bed the room is clean although it is a little small for his taste. The bed is large and situated near the center of the room. There are complimentary flowers on the dresser and a painting over near the bathroom door. He goes in to inspect the bathroom and finds it to his satisfaction. It is a fairly large bathtub big enough for two and everything is nice and clean. The day has been long, and he thinks only of sleep and the peace that slumber will bring him. It will also allow him to escape the heavy smell of the perfumed air.

Morning comes and he awakens from slumber as does a child from the comforting arms of its mother's embrace. He unpacks his bags and walks to the bathroom to take a shower but before entering he hears a knock at the door.

Room service sir.

I don't recall ordering anything, he thinks to himself, I believe you have the wrong room, he shouts.

No sir, flowers for Sekhem from Zakiya.

This is a first usually I send the flowers. He opens the door. Before him is a bouquet in brilliant colors. The card reads, These are the flower of our land let them welcome you into the heart of Angola, signed Zakiya. He takes the flowers and places them on the table next to his bed and tips the delivery person before closing the door. I wonder who this could be, he says to himself. Perhaps the lady in red.

He goes to the bathroom and showers washing away the grime the long day and night have deposited on his body. He dresses and hurriedly calls the operator and ask her for Zakiya’s room, after retrieving it from the card she left with the flowers. "She has left the hotel sir; may I take