Siri, how can I help?

[ACTIVATE SELF]

Default Siri, how can I help?
Black, bold and regal. Man of the people. Equal rights? No, equity! We want it all! Tall towering hallways laced in gold flakes that glimmer. Necrotechnology and sacred roots to help us remember our ancestral creed. Upside down trees, leaves rooted in the sky. Onyx sphinx creeps, vertical daggers for eyes, that glow in the night. Who am I? Just a man? No a pharaoh, but also a hero. Or more like a god that came down to Earth to learn and to teach, and to protect the fallen deities who have fallen asleep. Wake them up. Show them the way. Call out their names. The ones that have been erased: Tehuti, Oshun, Brother Shabbazz, X marks the spot, cross your arms, fists touching your shoulders; reigniting your heart—that star that burns deep inside of your chest. "Wake up!" "Wake up!"... Raise up the dead! Ask Anubis to pass back through the pathway of life, next petition Bastet (Angela Bassett with dreads) to give you a wife. For a Storm is a comin to cleanse you of sin. Hear the whispering wind: "What are those?" "What are those?" "The footprints of Khem." So, show us the way. Moses led us astray. Or so it was written, decoded, then changed. New Kemet exist on American soil. Much like Atlantis, and Moors that are royal. King Jaffe-(Zumunda)-Akeem-and-Mufasa-Simba-T'Chaka, T'Challa came last. Wakanda forever. Vibranium fez. Yo, Wakanda forever, we solemnly chant. YO, WAKANDA FOREVER!—In honor of Chad.