Negus III

Literally prolific, Zen.

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Afrocentric Paradigms

A revolutionary shift

In thinking Proposals.

Constructional adjustment

To complete disorientation.

Deconstructing the lack of agency, decently

Dismantling supremacy and systematic bigotry.

Peek a boo!

The power of reading, my brother

Pick a book, my sister.

Gravity-defying with your hair

skin that absorbs sunlight

Heavenly splendor

Godlike beauty

Originality,

of the initial and final.

Fix your crown, and sashay across the earth

Never slanting, always beaming

There is no one like us, I swear.

Moon and sun (my twins, Zuba na Kwezi).

With the certainty of tides

hopes springing high

Still, we rise!

Road to the riches

keep it going

Lets Stay on track

Never count your eggs before they hatch, that's on fact

Elon Bucks tell me where the musk at

Major change in modality

Mondays we dress nominal

business-casual, subliminal

outright revolution—and the reactions of those appalled by this way of thinking.

PSA, PSA, PSA

Been dope, this is reality, the year is 2022

speaking in voodoo

We don't see eye to eye, I am a different pupil

Common as whoever, dap me in the street

Method nauseant, Instilling concepts into the brains of the audience

Street poet, special art from a global reach

Giving a speech

Written rap, bound to make a great impact

To give life, now that is Power, and that’s on GOD

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Political Demagogues

I have been trying to understand war and how they kill men. like chicken on why their friends Don’t come back from the kitchen. They need military bases every where To do you, real quick, in a second The way they did Rudahigwa Yelling Protocol Followed It’s all documented it didn’t matter if u was colonized nor civilized.

As i beat within to the beats of Nyabingi drums,  Jamming Distributing, Publishing and trademarking Let me steal books and hoard memories.

Focusing on passive income in the name of royalties, interest rates, value addition and profits.

Trying to find how balance of power can achieve general interests so that currencies can be backed by our natural resources.

Here is a picture, A very rare painting Of a great madness spinning about a vacuum, The swirling of a vast ocean around a whole in the void and in the waters, More like whirlwinds, Floating images of all I ever saw Houses, faces, books, boxes, snatches of music and fragments of voices. All caught up in a sinister, bottomless whirlpool Dreaming of a world in which being human is a greater binding force than The rampant tribalism that fractures us all.

English bears hints of one’s time as a student of life. Favorite instrument is my voice confident and quick intellect betrays stint as a Nature’s observer. Catch me spying hunting lions On Nat Geo Wild smartly dressed in tailored black humor, so much for the myth all Tutsis are tall, I jokes. I Take broken hearts And melt them into art. A coil of energy and enthusiasm of these spoken words that lie within Rwanda’s grasps.

I could keep telling you If I wanted to, What makes me What I am. But I don’t Really want to Coz you don’t Give a damn. So here’s to cheating death Stealing a woman’s heart Fighting for a brother. To drinking and listening to me Cheers.

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Crucial Conflict

Get set, get ready this a mean meme Its wild and a childhood dream Mean mugging like its a Monday morning All this Ammunition and the people still starving. Tired of burnt out songs and tongues Across the bow of this mendacious juggernaut, Constantly Wrestling with dogmatic doubt, where I should be imbued with self-belief and faith in my destiny. World getting crazy, and my days shorter Lord forgive me my sins and wrongs before its all over make me stronger I have just begun And I can’t hand everything over to you, Let’s meet half way, thank you.

Flawed mortal behemoth tumbling toward enlightenment. If the whole world I once could see On soil stand, with the people free to the moment might I say, Linger awhile…so fair art thou. to toil and not to seek for rest, to labor and not to ask for reward, save that of knowing that I do your will.

People tap you on the back when you dismiss your own ways to uphold theirs as a benchmark. Sycophants flock together in a confederacy of Dunces, My people, Denial is a disease please, Don’t yearn for cheap fame Our backs tell stories no books have the spine to carry. Life said we’re gonna be happy. To hell with their hogwash garbage And twaddle comments.

We are Listeners Of Urban Dialects Casting capital punishments Death pon their presidents. …YOU NAME THEM

Took a deep breath Listened to the old bray of my heart I am, Yes, I am that I am A man Amen The tour of this city begins In the streets of my mind, Through past and present Intrinsically entwined Through people and places It’s heart we will find Through fellow travelers And great friends left behind From West end theaters To the cafés and bars

Art, are you familiar? Finna vibing with my muthafucken Aces!

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Jam Session (show me Love)

Don’t let me show cruelty Though I may make mistakes Don’t let me show ugliness Though I know I can hate And don’t let me show evil Though it might be all I take Show me love

Hellish blur, I was in despair Stretching now, out of my secret lair Stepping into this sanctuary Listen closely to my testimony I wake up feeling a bit low So am Finna jamming this slow still, a beast with these flows Hear me roar, Let my self esteem roll, Nothing less, nothing more, No, Less is more & more is less No pun intended but you seem perplexed to guess

I’ve had my share of fists fights, And good loving too Although am getting older, I know am not through

Negus coming live Representing the whole country wide Paving the way since birth Leading awaking earth From Chad all the way Country from far away Where I was born and bred. I have Evolved since, am on that Superb tight type The one that loves her home And is not about that life, To Proudly call her my wife, 4 kids and more, yeah, we are about to have. One world tour, provide that big house. Bear with me, baby, we gone be infinite.

I’ve had my share of fists fights, And good loving too Although am getting older, I know am not through

Furthermore, Took walks in the back off my mind Found all sorts of faults in human kind It’s a rotisserie gone insane You know what you’re in for Some info to make you exercise your mental. I noticed, Nothing new under the sun, son So with these portions of prose From a painter to a poet I metamorphose. Norm-core eliminator There’s never been a greater Nduw’ I Kigali, mbarizwa Kicukiro Yewe nakiniye no muri Eto I got evidence, Man, am never dense Occasionally tense and I’ve been clever ever since.

Don’t let me show cruelty Though I may make mistakes Don’t let me show ugliness Though I know I can hate And don’t let me show evil Though it might be all I take Show me love

I see you, you see me Heavy hands hanging on, release me Don’t let this feeling that am all alone, Deceive me. Just let me in and show me love

And don’t let me show evil Though it might be all I take Show me love

These nights are made For you my Over thinkers and silent seekers. Peace & Love, out loud, I shout everyday And I Pledge to Never ever feed on hate Life and death is in the power of the tongue. Let me speak The future is here, this session slamming, slaying… This this this cuz This is sooo Jamming there goes the stretch And here comes another one

I’ve wrestled with alligators, I’ve tussled with a whale. I done handcuffed lightning And throw thunder in jail. You know I’m bad. just last week, I murdered a rock, Injured a stone, Hospitalized a brick. I’m so mean, I make medicine sick. Said none else but the greatest RIP Muhammad Ali.

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Artist Anarchist

“all things are made of atoms — little particles that move around in perpetual motion, attracting each other when they are a little distance apart, but repelling upon being squeezed into one another. In that one sentence, you will see, there is an enormous amount of information about the world, if just a little imagination and thinking are applied.” Richard Feynman

What do you want to talk about? are you interested in… The substance of my writings? My experience from the essence of time?

The Gods are generous with hints but very stingy with specifications so, I defy the odds by never relenting in the quest to get generations out of despair and helplessness; The utter emptiness and meaninglessness of existence we may as well be sooo extraordinary

It is a grand entry into royalty, a shot in the arm, an extra impetus to work even much harder; Only hopelessness and anguish can preclude one’s success in life.

Art as an unapologetic Celebration of culture Through self expression.

Whilst our leaders are in hibernation, Your selective outrage is sickening! Good life does not need a bulk of bank notes. It’s all about attitude and conceptions

On a side note though, Will marketing ads survive the next 100 years yo?

Am a rebel, An outsider I caught flame like a wet match To thine own self be true I am willing and able, To lift my dreams up out of their cradle, nurse and nurture my Ideals till they are much more than a fable Ideals are peaceful and History violent my kids will learn their own; A counterattack to counteract the counterfeit, Heart and soul needs some volts!

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The Ballad

Engagement in conversation is confirmation of intellect and a combination of predicates that evoke provocation.

So upon confrontation my mind takes sets in compilations of audio-visual concentration.

Once I discovered she spoke my language I crossed her off every list, suddenly tempted to lick the condensation off her lips.

I hoped to god I wasn’t complicating or over compensating for beauty beyond contemplation.

But I was hoping to collaborate on that canvas, stroke her like a candid work of art expanded into enchanted flesh and form.

I’d implore her to stay so we could explore the human race and celebrate, never denigrate the bliss that we’d be in. Until we levitate to the point of elevation in attempt to compose a dictionary of skin.

So while I fantasize about everything between her lips and thighs, I match her stride and my insides start to spill. I say, “I’m no soothsayer baby, I’m just a smooth layer of chill. I’m here to inundate you with words you’ve already heard but in a different sequence of meaning and need. And I know of you’ve been told that you’re beautiful, but I’m here to make you believe it indeed.

At first I did adore a twinkling star, But now I worship a celestial sun

ey mutima come, we have mountains to climb wilderness to wander oceans to sail. Come.

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Modern Slave (By Eric 1key)

My collar white, never on a single occasion has it been blue; 

speak luzungu, brain runs on Caucasian 1.2 After all I been trained to think and operate like THEY; the least, imitate THEY; And excelling means I emulate THEY; No it's not selling out, it's being civilized; Have you not heard of the benefits of being colonized? Check it out... I'm an elite, you can tell from my accent; 100% sure I'm one of the 1%; My language is innovation, I represent; Civility, creativity, fashion, I talk books; My neighbors get on their feet and salute; "Hello boss" they say when I drive by; like a boss, I nod quietly, you know the sign, I show off my cool side, raise two fingers effortlessly; These poor niggers don't deserve my energy; They're only good at drinking cheap beer and eating dust; The only thing they build in my hood is distrust; So I lock my car doors, roll up my windows; And enjoy the best of Mozart's concertos;

See, I'm a classic maaaaaaan

Check my suit, give me some credit; I got class, my former school mates don't get it; JD in my glass, if I got it, i'll flaunt it; I'm a modern man, I got trust issues; You can't understand unless you're in these shoes; Where I come from, appearance is everything; Not where I was born, not the village; I'm talking about this city where it's a privilege To have a job, a car and a good wage; I work from 8 till the job is done... extra time unpaid; "It's for your own good, my bosses say" They tell me what to do and how to - it's gotta be their way; They say "work hard and all this could be yours one day" And I believe them. I believe they care; So I breathe their objective, mission and vision; I embrace their philosophy, my ambitions: switch to higher positions; hoping they will not replace me With a younger and cheaper version of myself; So I'm constantly on email like it's always a matter of life and death; somehow the misery of my peers makes me feel superior; Anyone getting in my way becomes a ladder; The worst that could ever happen is be a farmer; What good would it do to my awesome grammer? Yeah I'm a close book, I prefer being judged by my cover; It's colorful, pimped with golden paper all over; If you don't like me; Well... I'm a modern man, its hard to change. I'm a modern maaaaaaan

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Afrikan Child

I sweep through city street lights My wings outstretched Making mothers clutch their young And remember. And do you remember, dear ones Or has your history forsaken you? Warriors performing recitals Of one’s own pride and victories At night falls, There were tales told ‘round fires Mysteries coded in songs Chants and uprising Centuries of art All incantations Calling for this day

On this day, the drunks vomit in unison, Although last night they drank from different calabashes. Children laugh and play A country girl smiles And two trees blossom Out of season I know for that reason Our mother has returned To wave us from uncertainty once tidal

There is the dumb silence of slumber Or apathy, The Fertile silence of awareness, Pasturing the soul, whence, emerge new thoughts The silence of peaceful accord With other persons Or communion with the cosmos; Knowledge does really stupefy the brain!

God won’t leave for an inch, So I sweep my troubles underneath my pride. Till my worries subsidize, Yes, am gonna keep a smile, In the lonely late hour of life, Bear my pain, I got but one candle to burn.

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Heavy Duty

Emulate the great, annihilate the fake; beware of the snake's handshake.

I need the enchantment of creative work to help me forget life's mean pettiness-es but did my teachers understood that i had to take other classes? walloping the back of my hands with a ruler

in my place, creativity is no longer bound to the surly bonds of earth sometimes, tinkering with things i cant see.

I am not a bit tamed - I am untranslatable i sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world, Make bold statements and italics rebuttals

The flow's getting familiar without any permission, let me bring out the minions with that nonchalant attitude, sell us to the masses

Am not alone, I have siblings fluently speaking different languages French, English and the most beautiful of them all Kinya-rwanda Personally, we could go fourth to fourth on 2 more not for a sec, would you fool me using Luganda nor Swahili

our names are not, for your tongue, you could not stand the spices it contains and you are unable to comprehend from whence they came. we will not water down the flavors of our existences simply to accommodate your plate.

So I don't want to chill I want to further out careers a binding machine high-speed heavy-duty binder with an exceptionally high punching capacity, am talking words

Remember, I walked up to you with that beautiful and bizarre blend of stoicism, arrogance, and anger to tell you how am young, rich, and tasteless always fully dressed With a Smile.

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

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Slender Man

Modern day myth everywhere he is faceless, tall and thin slightly sinister wearing a dark and somewhat antiquated suit yet another entry in the long line of spooks conjured up, to scratch that fear-itch.

Off shores, looking for the waves, miles away, he went, looking for the waves and the principle of singularity and the duality concept of a life of one’s own with a particular aspect of self-care utterly bereft of self-awareness feeling like the freeman, that he is never will he ever give up, on mother nature keeping her forests intact he ships amethyst and quartz rocks in tow to china the promise to keep Pimping her butterflies has been made For thine are dollars, the pounds and the euros, forever and ever.

totally genuine, simple and readable bringing that strong intuition Navigating manipulative signals homey, he still rides back to back, straight down the line lend a helping hand we are all under his upper-hand.

Memory fades, over gone is the hair and the bushes don’t remember thy name when he recites his narratives about sensibility and proportions in a vortex.

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Non-disclosure Agreement (NDA)

I have but one candle of life to burn. Sometimes, to myself, funny Kinyarwanda words, I bemusedly murmur. and Tell me where is fancy bred, in the heart, or in the head? well, Let us all ring fancy’s knell; I’ll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell.

We are all here for a reason on a particular path You don’t need a curriculum to know that you’re a part of the math White cats think I’m delirious but I’m so damn serious That’s why I expose my soul to the globe; the world I’m trying to make it better for these little boys and girls I’m not just another individual My spirit is a part of this that’s why I get spiritual But I get my hymns from Him So it’s not me, it’s He that’s lyrical I’m not a miracle, I’m a heaven sent instrument My rhythmical regiment navigates melodic notes For your soul and your mental That’s why I’m instrumental, vibrations is what I’m into Yeah I need my loot by rent day But that ain’t what gives me the heart of Rudahigwa I’m trying to get us “us free” like Gisa Rwigema Determination, dedication, motivation I’m talking to you of my many inspirations When I say I can’t let you or self down If I were on the highest cliff, on the highest riff And if you slipped off the side and clinched on to your life In my grip I would never ever let you down And when these words are found Let it be known that God’s penmanship has been signed With a language called love That’s why my breath is felt by the deaf And while my words are heard and confined to the ears of the blind I too dream in color and in rhyme So I guess I’m one of a kind in a full house Cause whenever I open my heart, my soul or my mouth A touch of God rains out!

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Modern Man (By George Carlin)

I'm a modern man. A man for the millennium. Digital and smoke free. A diversified multicultural postmodern deconstructionist, politically, anatomically, and ecologically incorrect. I've been up-linked and downloaded, I've been inputted and outsourced. I know the upside of downsizing I know the downside of upgrading. I'm a high tech lo-life. A cutting-edge, state-of-the-art, bi-coastal multi-tasker and I can give you a gigabyte in a nanosecond. I'm new wave but I'm old school and my inner child is outward bound. I'm a hot wired, heat-seeking, warmhearted cool customer, voice activated and biodegradable. I interface with my database and my database is in cyberspace, so I'm interactive, I'm hyperactive, and from time to time I'm radioactive. Behind the eight ball, ahead of the curve, riding the wave, dodging the bullet, and pushing the envelope. I'm on point, on task, on message, and off drugs. I got no need for coke and speed. I got no urge to binge and purge. I'm in the moment, on the edge, over the top, but under the radar. A high concept, low profile, medium range ballistic missionary. A streetwise smart-bomb. A top-gun bottom feeder. I wear power ties; I tell power lies; I take power naps; I run victory laps. I'm a totally ongoing Bigfoot, slam dunk rain maker with a pro-active outreach, a raging workaholic, a working rage-a-holic, out of rehab and in denial. I got a personal trainer, a personal shopper, a personal assistant, and a personal agenda. You can't shut me up, you can't dumb me down, cause I'm tireless and I'm wireless. I'm an alpha-male on beta-blockers. I'm a non-believer and an overachiever, laid-back but fashion forward, up front, down home, low rent, high maintenance, supersize, long lasting, high definition, fast acting, oven ready, and built to last. I'm a hands on, footloose, knee-jerk headcase, prematurely post-traumatic, and I have a love child who sends me hate mail. But I'm feeling; I'm caring; I'm healing; I'm sharing; a supportive, bonding, nurturing, primary caregiver. My output is down, but my income is up. I take a short position on the long bond and my revenue stream has its own cash flow. I read junk-mail; I eat junk food; I buy junk bonds; I watch trash sports. I'm gender specific, capital intensive, user friendly, and lactose intolerant. I like rough sex; I like tough love; I use the f-word in my email, and the software on my hard drive is hardcore; no soft porn. I bought a microwave at a mini mall; I bought a minivan at a mega store. I eat fast food in the slow lane. I'm toll free, bite size, ready to wear, and I come in all sizes; a fully equipped, factory authorized, hospital tested, clinically proven, scientifically formulated medical miracle. I've been pre-washed, pre-cooked, pre-heated, pre-screened, pre-approved, pre-packaged, post-dated, freeze-dried, double wrapped, vacuum packed, and I have an unlimited broadband capacity. I'm a rude dude but I'm the real deal, lean and mean, cocked, locked, and ready to rock; rough, tough, and hard to bluff. I take it slow; I go with the flow; I ride with the tide; I got glide in my stride; driving and moving, sailing and spinning, jiving and grooving, wailing and winning. I don't snooze, so I don't lose. I keep the pedal to the metal and the rubber on the road. I party hardy and lunchtime is crunch-time. I'm hanging in, there ain't no doubt, and I'm hanging tough, over and out.

"the dean of counterculture comedians." - George Denis Patrick Carlin simply known as George Carlin from his 18th live album "Life is worth losing" performed in 2005

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Stop what you’re doing and watch this teenage girl own her dad in a beatboxing battle. It’s been said that “music is the sound wave of the soul” – beatboxing surely is its pulse.

(HT Jad Abumrad)

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Ts Ts Ts Ts...BRRRRRRRRRRRRR

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Future Memories

And all the rest will forget for which we toiled After, a thousand victories once foiled. in themselves, their pride layed at a frown, in their glory, they die.

Happy I, with a pleading style that love and am beloved, Where I may not remove nor be removed infatuated by the fame status.

The sun decided to take a hiatus, so we looked for beauty in the shadows face-palmed hatred, reconciliation was the pillar oh, how am in awe with your confidence say something clever, knock me off balance strike up the band and make the fireflies dance toss that dirt of your shoulder what an imposing figure post-racial city, multicultural utopia.

silvermoon was sparkling our shoulders slumped in fear we had trembled thrummed with tension, bracing for something catastrophic now we are trying harder to graduate valedictorian of our class despite missgivings of parents advices skin deep brown as of a well-worn penny we are used to being the black kid in the room and we wont let race dictate our future.

In a gentle world, across the gulf of time. Into a sea of nevereverlessness. Still , sublime. We shall not go gentle into that good night, old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, Rage against the dying of the light because the old lady sayed dont build me a house, bury me when i die and write my name in the future memories’ book of honour

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Ijoro Rirakeye

Bloodthirsty, You couldn’t hide the scent of who you truly really are Ruling with deception and fear.

From 1939 to 1945, in just a period of 6 years Mother Earth lost Over 60,000,000 human lives raped, Killed... 45,000,000 were civilians, Simple citizens, Simple peasants Ahhh, La folie humaine!

Clearly, You skipped all classes of history its crucial you understand That if we burn, you burn with us Our names are not for your tongue you could not stand the spices they contain and you are unable to comprehend from whence they came. We will not water down the flavors of our existence simply to accommodate your plate.

Read your bible again You are not that Peter the pillar of the church was an outspoken and ardent disciple; one of Jesus’ closest friends, an apostle.

So while you are killing and your quirks are cheering from jail to nature trails; harbinger of the inevitable the putchists will come back immaculate, Lay low Mister, Best case scenario; you might get bruised worst case; arms tied behind your back, body riddled with bullets, dumped on the hills for vultures and CROWS to feast.

when this is over, resolutions will be made, solemnly declared, Negotiations imposed and peacekeeping forces deployed. but for now, we die.

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Negus III turned 1 today!

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Mayhem Mission

"From bitter experience, We also know should we fail to take care of our own security allow our mortal enemies to gain enough strength to threaten our survival, we shall be on our own again as the West rapidly evacuates their nationals and UN staff, dogs, cats and parrots in tow” “ "The foundation of our progress is security. We had our share of insecurity and we will not allow that history to repeat itself” - H.E President Paul Kagame visit at Jabana Sector in Gasabo District as part of the presidential routine citizen outreach.

Now…

Confront history honestly, its all flaws and no human victory. O me! O life! Of the questions of these recurring; Of the endless trends of the faithless… Of cities filled with the foolish; Of bodies littering the countryside… What good, amid these? O me, O life! That you are here; covered in blood of our kith and kin… that life still exists and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse… what will your verse be? from the belly of the woman where your origins are found, What will your verse be…

Here...

Sounds aggressive, pronouns possessive, a riot act that’s massif, from the shadow of my sorrow and it’s active.

Nothing new under the sun again, last year, Gaza was under attack son. injustice is tiresome, all sheep to this system, all is lost, till it’s gone, i can’t rest, can’t think of nothing else.

True hope is swift, and flies with swallow’s wings; Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings

Swiftly and summarily, I beg your pardon, i never promised you no rose garden, though, i can offer, to you, my tempting poem morceaux, feed it to you, with a golden spoon, on a silver plateau, Yes you can, wash it down with all the oil reservoirs, ill be writing frolic inn memoirs, Dapper looking meanwhile, silencing carping critics.

What does globalization looks like? sure its not what Tom Friedman writes about. Through this ache; amity, liberty, harmony i seek we are sick and tired, its plain to see.

To all of them, thinking we could never have amount to nothing you, are, Just another extranjero, el gringo Pack your bags and go go dare the devil but before, pay what you owe not a penny short this isn't too far-fetched I prefer silent vice to ostentatious virtue. Time's glory is to calm contending kings, To unmask falsehood, and bring truth to light. enough, This act to up-hold you, RWANDA, Motherland, Kig-Ali-en!