Finding the words. His name was Asafohene (Warrior King) Yaw Pereko Baakan Aaebo Akhan. My firstborn Son - The Apple of My Eye. I was a victim of human trafficking so he was born into slavery 17 1/2 weeks early. Born literally on the day I was supposed to attend my first lamaze class. Born with a hole in his heart, underdeveloped lungs, and blind in his left eye. So called "disabilities" he never let slow him down. He could predict the future and cite events that occurred, whether before and after his birth, like he was talking about the weather.
Yaw hated everything about white religion, culture, churches, and schools.. but he loved everything about African cosmology. By the time he was seven years old, he was an inventor and knew three things. Number One. He would always fight against evil and evildoers. Number Two. He wanted to be a chef and owner of a Black children’s restaurant and resort. Number Three. He would never get married or have children because he said he would be murdered by enslavers at an early age. And I knew something too. That he was smarter than me. That I was learning more from him than he was learning from me.
Yaw could have been a great athlete. He was a great baseball player and declared the Regional Pass Champion of NFL Pass in 2012. There was only one problem. We were born into a royal Akan (Asante) family that owned/owns the land that the human traffickers (enslavers) who were enslaving us controlled were controlling. Thus whenever I was considered rebellious, they would overdose Yaw with heavy metals. Not only would this leave him unresponsive, it would trigger full blown autism. Meaning he would suffer severe memory loss and have to be retaught how to engage in menial tasks.
My desperation and determination to heal him was how I discovered by innate Ancestral power and abilities, called Nduru. The term nduru (oohn-dooh’-rooh) in our Asante (Akan) dialect in North America means: 1) food, 2) medicine, 3) Asante Ancestral Religion, 4) culinary and medicinal conjuring, 5) Abosom (Deities/Gods/Goddesses/Forces In Nature), 6) engaging in akom (spirit possession), and 7) engaging in nkom (spirit communication). Because we were frequently denied medical attention I learned nduru by trial and error, but I would eventually learn how to cure Yaw of autism.
Our celebration was short lived when enslavers overdosed Yaw with heavy metals a second time when he was thirteen as punishment for my failed escape attempt with him and my fraternal Twin Sons. Back at ground zero, Yaw began making rap music. His music was good. It was like nothing I had ever heard before. I can only say that Yaw’s music reminded me of the singer, Bo Diddley, and that Yaw’s favorite style of clothing reminded me of Bo Diddley equally as much. Including the three piece suit, chain link watch, and hat with feathers in it.
It was time. Yaw told me “the time had come”. The time that he had predicted more than fifteen years before that he would be murdered. Without any emotion, he made me make one promise. Not to come for him when the human traffickers came for him to murder him, to free myself and his brothers from human trafficking (slavery), and legally reclaim our family’s land inheritance to reestablish a segregated and sovereign Black territory, our family’s Kansa Asante Ahemman Amaruka Atifi Mu (Kansa Asante Empire In North America).
I begged Yaw to let me forfeit our family’s land inheritance and my royal appointment as Okofohemma (Warrioress Queen) of our Abusua (Clan), of Asanteman, Akwamuman, & Kansa Asante Ahemman Amaruka Atifi Mu (Asante Nation, Akwamu Nation, & Kansa Asante Empire In North America).. but he refused. He was born Oheneba (Prince) and died Asafohene (Warrior King) of our Abusua (Clan), of Asanteman, Akwamuman, & Kansa Asante Ahemman Amaruka Atifi Mu (Asante Nation, Akwamu Nation, & Kansa Asante Empire In North America) without regrets or begging for mercy because he loved good Black people.
After nearly ten years of filing documents in court to escape and remain free from human trafficking (slavery) with my surviving fraternal Twin Sons; Oheneba (Prince) Aku Ntoni Mensa Aaebo Akhan and Oheneba (Prince) Kwame Atoapoma Manu Aaebo, no investigation has been launched. Why? Because my publication, The Trustory Of Kansa, is the first and only publication that elucidates the long trustory of indigenous African Americans in the state of Kansas that serves as the irrefutable evidence foundation of the first non race based religious discrimination Black Reparations case in the United States.
No begging. No pleading. Just undeniable facts.
We are owed land and money.
Period.
Download Trustory Of Kansa:
Sakomufo.com/e-books
*The Trustory Of Kansa is for Black people only.
**You will receive a full refund if you can legally disprove the information contained therein.
So no matter how long the FBI, Attorney General, Human Trafficking Task Forces, courts, judges, police, sheriffs, attorneys, nonprofit organizations, etc. continue to ignore my factual and federal illegal land seizure, land ownership, Black human trafficking allegations, and more..
I made a promise to my firstborn Son - The Apple of My Eye. That includes me working to establish Mama Akosua’s Nduru to share my gift of ritual nduru as a form of susuw (meditation), mpaeyi (ritual prayer), adebisa (divination), aduane (culinary expression), and ahodwira (self purification).
Nduru Cuisine's positive impact on the Black community will include, but not be limited to, a full menu of 100% vegan and natural foods and beverages made from scratch, and that do not contain wheat, nuts, salt, or sugar. We will not use GE/GMO, hybridized, or synthetic ingredients. And every order will be hand crafted like a farmacy prescription intended to resurrect and perpetuate our proud tradition of the preparing the ritual foods and beverages our Nananom Nsamanfo (Honorable Ancestors & Ancestresses) pioneered centuries ago.
Mama’s Healing Tears will be our product line of holistic health products includes; perfumes, colognes, formulas, tinctures, poultices, body washes, body lotions, body oils, household products, feminine products, skincare, regimen kits, detoxifying body wraps, and more, birthed through tears and desperation to heal my Children of countless different sicknesses, illnesses, and diseases human traffickers (enslavers) intentionally exposed them to.
Trustorically Black Virtual School (TBVS) will inspire, empower, and educate Black children in a world where an estimated fifty percent of Black high school graduates in North America are not functionally literate or able to perform rudimentary math upon high school graduation. It will be the first Black homeschool cooperative to offer a global sliding scale income based PreK through 12th Grade curriculum for Black children with onsite student meals.
Nduru Cuisine will host podcasts, Black business popups, and community events involving CERT, art, music, theater, fitness, tutoring, budgeting, childcare, martial arts, ankh (yoga), spirituality, military forces, renewable energy, urban agriculture, entrepreneurship, communications, manufacturing, technology, robotics, construction, mechanics, culinary classes, game nights, movie nights, talent contests, cultural practices, mental illness, academic championships, recreation championships, tax preparations resources, ending Black human trafficking, foster care, incarceration, and more.
One of the most challenging aspects of this work is knowing that an imposter, a Black man hired by human traffickers (enslavers), is literally still making public appearances pretending to be Yaw. So despite my firstborn Son - The Apple of My Eye being murdered on October 21, 2019 @ 6:28AM by decapitation, I remain legally prevented from requesting his death certificate and conducting his ritual and royal funerary services, which according to our Asante (Akan) culture, were supposed to have been conducted one week after his death.
I will not rest until I keep promise to Yaw by freeing myself and his brothers from human trafficking (slavery), and legally reclaiming our familial and communal land inheritance; Kwa Nduru (Quindaro), Kansa (Kansas), and Hwanyan (Hawaii). We will reestablish our segregated and sovereign Black territory, so members of Kansa Asante Ahemman Amaruka Atifi Mu (Kansa Asante Empire In North America) and Black people all over the world know there are still Black people of all ages, such as my firstborn Son - The Apple of My Eye, who have and will sacrifice everything and valiantly lay down their lives to ensure Black people reclaim their individual, familial, and communal sovereignty!
Yeda ase. We thank you in advance for your donations!
# AsafoheneYawPereko
#AsanteAkwamuKansa
#EndBlackHumanTrafficking
