From the Melanin Man:

Leaving the beautiful Aswan, we made our way back up (down!) the Nile River back to Luxor, finishing off the last part of the trip. Back in Luxor, we visited the Al-Deir-Al-Bahari Temple and Valley of the Kings (where most of the deceased pharaohs were buried), which were a sight to behold just like the other temples. The hieroglyphics and pictures in the Valley of the Kings were the first to have their coloring preserved, which gave me a different perspective of how unique the craftmanship and artistry of the Ancient Egyptians (Kemetians.)

 

 

 

 

 

Also while in Luxor, we made a pit stop to an alabaster shop where they make authentic alabaster stone statues, figurines, and other products. The tourist company did a great job in setting up this trip to extract our precious dollars, yet from the rug school to the perfume school to the alabaster shop, I don’t question their validity. In my heart, the workmanship is sincere. So I didn’t mind, once again, in spending my money on a small hand-carved obelisk for $75 (although I had to talk the shop representative down from $125.) The alabaster shop had some intriguing creations.

We left Luxor and returned to Cairo, having one last day there before we returned to the States. We stayed at the Ramses Hilton which was very nice and Americanized hotel. While back in Cairo, we visited a few popular mosques and a Greek Orthodox Church (!!!), the Saladin Citadel (which was featured in the classic film  Malcolm X when Malcolm makes his pilgrimage to Mecca), and the Egyptian Museum.

In the Egyptian Museum, I had a chance to see a slew of Ancient Egyptian (Kemetian) artifacts, the King Tut exhibit and some of the ancient mummified pharaohs and queens that they had on exhibit. The museum was so vast and voluminous that we weren’t able to finish viewing it in its entirety. The mask and tombs of King Tut were beautiful and made by hands that couldn’t have been man’s. Although taking pictures were not allowed in the King Tut exhibit and the mummy rooms, I was able to get a few pictures of the mummies but not the mask of King Tut or the other King Tut relics considering there were security around in that exhibit. I have to say, seeing blond hair on some of the mummies (red hair specifically on Ramses II), those mummies were tampered with to uphold a certain narrative. It was even acknowledged by the museum that some of the mummies were reconfigured to fit what they may have looked like in the past; what makes you think that all of them were not reinvented???

 

 

Side note: The fashioning of the entire tour concerning the historical information that were given by our guide was created to fit a narrative that does not offend non-melanated individuals, to show how progressive and ascending humanity has become from a perceived “obsolete” age to the “modern, technologically” advanced times of today which promotes different religions, nationalities, personalities, etc. (or more confusion.) I had to pull my tour guide (who is an Arab Muslim) to side and ask him if he was aware of the real truth behind Ancient Kemet, and somewhat shockingly he said that he was more than aware, and that most current Egyptians do acknowledge the Black-African origins of Kemet. And just like we do in the States, he states as a tour guide, even in his homeland, he has to put on the mask because of course most of his tour patrons are non-melanated. That was not at all shocking to me; we know the madness has contaminated every inch of the earth. You can’t run from it, unless you die (no lol.) 

Afterwards, me and my mentor  begrudgingly made our return back to the States early the following morning. I felt like a prisoner on temporary leave, like I was going back to lockup after tasting home sweet home. It seemed as if time didn’t exist while we were in Egypt, like we weren’t under the gun or the whip like we are in the States.

 

I mean, who wants to leave Heaven to go BACK to Hell?

 

 

Next up….What I learned from my Egyptian Excursion 😉

 

 

Peace and Love to my melanated family,

The Melanin Man