About the Author

Inspired by his creator who blessed him with two

wonderful parents; Dermoth Alexander Henry was
born and raised in Highbury, North London. He first
realised he had a gift with words when he was 18
years old, when he wrote and published three books
on poetry.

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Acknowledgments

I would be justified in saying that the Creator is my

inspiration and by life, Im inspired to write. This book
is dedicated to my mother Belzie Deloris Henry and my
father Joseph Brian Henry, who have sadly past away.
Their memories will always be with me, for theyve
gone to the realms unspoken of.
For all the people that will read this book, my heart goes
out to you because it is you, that helps one formulate the
many plots twists and turns in the book.
Im also thanking all the other people that have helped
me, develop my skills from moving from poetry to
fiction. Also for people; that have read my work and
have given me the encouragement, to go ahead and make
another book.
While it has given me great pleasure in putting this book
together, I must also give thanks to Austin Macauley my
publishers for their input.

The year is 2030 and Akiyah Abijah Junior tells us of a

prophecy involving his parents, Akiyah and Isis. In this
future, all shades of Ebony people communicate in new
ways, such as via telepathy and visual mobile receivers.
A new world may become open to them and their
people, but the far-right group, the KTP (Kill To Protect)
want to prevent such a thing happening. Will Markus,
the KTP assassin murder the most important people the
Ebony race has ever seen, or will the Creator have
something else in store? Could Akiyah be the
reincarnation of a long-ago ancestor and call upon
supernatural powers? Both sides are about to find out

Where should I start? I guess I should start by telling you

my name. I was named after my father, Akiyah Senior,
and my whole name is Akiyah Abijah Junior. My
mothers name was Isis Deloris Belzie; I say this
because both my mother and father were assassinated
after my transformation.
Everything Im about to tell you is what Ive
witnessed with my own eyes. My father had many
special gifts and before he would perform these gifts he
would always say to me, Dont be scared, for on the
day appointed you will understand, forget not to think
that your mind will be your own mind, for your own
mind is mine. I never really understood what he meant
until he was assassinated.
As Isis sat, legs sprawled out over my father Akiyah
Seniors lap, pulling on a spliff, the smell of higher
grade filled the air. Her long African gown typified the
elegance of a woman who had respect for herself. She
passed Akiyah Senior the spliff, knowing that he would
refuse it. Then all of a sudden her eyes started to focus
on the mobile visual receiver. They knew that television
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had advanced so much, because it was common

knowledge that normal television had been upgraded and
built in order to observe people. So they had to be very
careful because, important as they were, they knew it
was possible for them to be assassinated.
As they watched the mobile visual receiver, all of a
sudden Isis held Akiyahs hand and said; This is what
weve been waiting for, Joobs. The screen of the mobile
visual receiver went bright red; it was Ashanti Crooks.
In a trembling but relieved voice she began by saying
My Bentalawah shades of Ebony people (meaning
beautiful). Ashanti continued by saying The full
rotational periods of cycles have come; the clocks have
stopped over here. Some six thousand full rotational
periods of cycles ago Akiyahs great-great-great
ancestor, from the land of Kemit which is now Africa,
who also went by the first name Akiyah, had prophesied
that Jamaicans would have one heart and mind, and their
motives would all be turned to the emancipators, for
they would carry the power of a nation for the Creator.
Akiyah Senior had been briefed on a million rotations of
periods; in his subconscious and his dreams, heart, soul
and ghost. At that moment Akiyah could feel the grip of
Isiss hand tighten. Isis cried; Akiyah, is that blood? A
teardrop of blood rolled down the cheeks of Ashanti
Crooks. Then my father Akiyah spoke by telepathy to
Isis and said; That which is symbolic has become a
reality to the people of our shades and colours. Isis also
replied by telepathy, Its good to see it in our dreams
but in reality its Bentalawah. Now the way that the gift
of telepathy was in operation with Akiyah and Isis was,
whenever Akiyah and Isis corresponded in the intricate
parts of their minds, the sound barrier was irrelevant to
the rotational periods, so they could speak as long as it
was imperative.
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When Ashanti Crooks was a presenter, some thirty

full rotational cycles ago on Jamaica national radio, my
dad Akiyah called the station and it was that which made
Ashanti Crooks realize that he was an emancipator. The
way he talked to her with such elegance and pure mindprovoking words. Ashanti thought it significant to tell all
those who had a visual mobile receiver the conversation
that they had that day. Ashanti went on to say,
Although live on national Jamaica radio, the words that
you disclosed to me in parables I will not repeat, but it is
what you said openly to people all shades of Ebony that I
find necessary to share.
Ashanti paused and took a deep breath and started to
recite from her mind what had been said. You denied
one race the opportunity to progress, then you beat your
chest and said hee digest, so youve taken our story and
youve called it His-Story, yet youve withdrawn the
main characters who, of a truth, were my ancestors.
Ashanti paused; then she continued as if to place more
emphasis on the words. So you gave us your gods, not
with love but with whips that drew blood, then we
looked in your eyes and saw no compassion and turned
to your gods for help and satisfaction. We were sold in
that belief yet we found no relief. While the wheel
continued to roll downhill, our Ebony children jumped
on board and swallowed the bitter pill. Ashanti again
paused as if catching words from thin air, Then you
said for no degree of annihilation will destroy this, our
precious nation then you went on to say the most
profound statement, So look around you, for your
ancestors have found you.
It was then Isis spoke to my dad Akiyah by telepathy
and said, When I first heard the message I was just 15
full rotations of a cycle, and now Im 45; I can

understand it, but I cant reason it out with the passion

that you have, I just cant comprehend your actual
interpretation. Isis went on to say Joobs, please take
me back to that day thirty rotational cycles ago. My
mother had this certain smile that dad just couldnt
refuse. My father at this time had no emotions on his
face, neither good nor bad, happy or sad as he looked
into her eyes and said by telepathy, Dont be scared
because what you are about to go through is a demand of
your reasoning. With this gift being a fourth
dimensional gift, the barrier of sound, rotational cycles,
sight, past, present and future, my father would take Isis
back in existence to any place that he had been, and even
further beyond; but only her eyes and hearing would be
teleported there. So my dad said to my mother Isis, Sit
down here Guinnip, and close your eyes. When my dad
called mum Guinnip, it was because he had so much
love for the fruit that went by the same name. After 28
full rotational cycles of them meeting each other, my dad
still looked at her with love because she was
Bentalawah, which means, by interpretation, beautiful.
Then Akiyah put his left hand on her right eyelid and
ear and his right hand on her left eye and ear, then
looked up to the ceiling and said Yum Tooro Kodis
Codah Sandeh Kenterow Codendeh which means by
interpretation, Creator give me understanding to
perform this gift, thank you. All of a sudden Isis could
feel the room temperature becoming cooler, to
compensate for how she felt. Yet all this rotational
period, Ashanti Crooks was in mid flow, because cycles
and periods had no relevance to the gifts in operation.
After my dad Akiyah transported my mothers eyes
and ears, back thirty full rotational cycles, her head
recoiled to the back of the chair, and she spoke by

telepathy and said Im there, and my eyes feel like they

are all over you. Akiyah spoke to Isis by telepathy and
said, Now your reasoning is about to be fruitful, be
cautious with your understanding. The thing about this
gift is that my dad Akiyah wouldnt know that my
mothers eyes and ears had been teleported thirty full
rotational cycles to be where he was, so although she
was there, present, he had no knowledge of it.
The conversation on the radio was all about religion.
At that cycle of events Ashanti Crooks had been a
staunch believer in Christianity. Akiyah said by
telepathy to Isis, When I said you denied one race the
opportunity to progress, what I meant by this was, even
when slavery was abolished, by showing contempt for
the abolishing of slavery, they had the audacity to give
the slave owners two hundred pounds each, just to show
that they had no regard for the slaves. All this rotational
period, Isis could see Akiyah and hear Ashanti Crooks
on the radio. Then Isis spoke by telepathy to Akiyah,
Now I understand why the message stuck out in my
mind, but to get the reasoning, its Bentalawah. Then
Akiyah perceived that Isiss reasoning was being
fulfilled, so he continued to explain to her, by telepathy,
everything that happened that day while her eyes and her
hearing were there. Then you beat your chest and said
hee digest- this meant, because you were slaves to us,
whatever we do with you from here on in, you will have
to digest it. You must remember, Isis, our children were
taken away from us, our women were raped and our
young men sold like cattle. Isis was saddened by the
words that Akiyah spoke to her by telepathy, for there
had been so many emotions put into his words. Akiyah
went on to say, So youve taken our story and youve
called it His-story, yet youve withdrawn the main
characters who, of a truth, were my ancestors. Isis said
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by telepathy, Joobs, please explain that part. then

Akiyah replied by the same method, Its easy; imagine
if I wrote a book and you and I had a fight and you won,
just like in slavery, the Caucasians not only stole our
history, but they plundered all our artefacts and one of
them was about the creation of all things. While he
spoke thirty rotational cycles ago my father Akiyah
would just fill in my mother Isis on what was said on
that day, on the radio. He then continued by saying So
you gave us your gods, not with love but with whips that
drew blood, then we looked into your eyes and saw no
compassion and turned to your gods for help and
satisfaction, we were sold in that belief, yet we found no
relief. While the wheel continued to roll downhill, our
Ebony children jumped on board and swallowed the
bitter pill. Isis spoke by telepathy and said, Joobs, I
think I understand although they never gave us their
gods with love or free will, but with whips that drew
blood, we still continued to up hold their beliefs.
Akiyah Senior smiled and said Bentalawah. Then
Akiyah Senior said For no degree of annihilation will
destroy this, our precious nation, look around you, for
your ancestors have found you.
With this gift being a fourth dimensional gift, due to
the barrier of sound, periods of rotations, sight, past,
present and future, it was a very dangerous activity, for
Isiss eyes and hearing could have been transported to a
different rotational period and place. So the initial words
that he said to take her into the gift, he would have to use
again, so he said Guinnip, your understanding has been
fruitful and the demand of your reasoning has been
fulfilled, its a full period to come back then my dad
repeated the same words but in a different format to my
mother and said; Icalabora Cob-Bor Lukturo Cosandeh
Codendeh. Which means by interpretation, Self
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Existent One, The Eyes Have Been Enlightened, Thank

You.
Now you know that the sound barrier had no
relativity to the rotation of periods, as my father Akiyah
senior and my mother Isis spoke to each other by
telepathy. So all that Ashanti Crooks was talking about
had been captured in the rotational space my father and
mother spoke in by telepathy.
While Akiyah and Isis looked on the mobile visual
receiver, Ashanti Crooks said by divine intervention,
You made me and all of Jamaica know the Creator,
because that night after you spoke on the radio, the
discussion was on everybodys lips. Then when we
heard nothing else from you; I searched out one of my
contacts in England who had personal knowledge of you,
Niyah Bingyh was very helpful, and his knowledge had
such a great impact on us that we relayed it back to the
Jamaican communities.
He also gave us insight into our prophet Akiyah
Bendigo, your great, great ancestor of more than 6,000
full rotational cycles ago. Niyah Bingyh told us that your
ancestor Akiyah Bendigo travelled around Africa
extensively, for he was a scribe who recorded the major
things that happened in Kemit, which is now known as
Africa. For instance, how the pyramids were built and
the great ruins of Zimbabwe; he was also influential in
establishing pharaoh Narmer/Mena in founding the
Egyptian Old Kingdom. Akiyah senior smiled as he
checked out the mobile visual receiver, and saw another
teardrop of blood roll down the cheeks of Ashanti
Crooks face. My father looked into my mother Isiss
eyes and said by telepathy, That is the blood of our
Ancestors who wouldnt take defeat, for knowledge has
it that you shall see the blood of our ancestors upon the
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eyes of rotational cycles. Isis also spoke by telepathy

and said, I dont understand, Joobs, bring me up to
speed, Im sure there is something you can do to make
my understanding unfold. My father Akiyah Senior
looked into Isiss eyes and for a minute it was as if he
was in a trance; the reason why it was imperative that
they spoke by telepathy was because Ashanti Crooks
was still on the visual mobile receiver, so their
communication would break the sound barrier as they
communicated. My father continued; Please dont be
fooled, for the enquiry of this question brings me to the
unfathomable depths of my gifts, Guinnip; I am about to
take you back to 6,000 full rotational cycles. My
mother Isis was about to say; Why so far back? My
father put his index finger to her mouth and said, Sshh,
imagine if you are about to see a film but there isnt any
sound, well thats how its going to be. Guinnip, sit back
and relax and take in the movie.
This is the first time my mother Isis had seen the
countenance of my father Akiyah senior so serious.
When Ashanti Crooks was about to sign off the visual
mobile receiver, she would say, Pray all goes well.
Then the screen of the visual mobile receiver went bright
red before it went black, and she was off the air.
The thing about my father was that whenever he
would bring my mother back in cycles, he would always
have a word of wisdom to say, as you will see he would
have for me. So he said, The journey before us is great,
so in order for us to fulfil the task at hand, we will have
to submit ourselves to the divine synchronisation of the
Creator. Akiyah senior put his hands upon my mother
Isiss head and placed his thumbs over her eyes, because
he was going to transport her eyes back 6,000 full
rotational cycles. Akiyah, my father, would have to

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