why i love my handmaiden asnat, why our bond can never be broken by esau

 

the world captured these priceless heavenly moments of my handmaiden asnat and i. i just love the signature watermark that tells you these are global pictures, the queen and her handmaiden. it was in mambaza woodlands in the summer of 2025 that history was made, and the world was never to be the same again. 

now that winter has come, oh i thank yahowah i am no longer in the tent in the forest, i just sit back on my comfy cosy bed and indulge on the goodness of yahowah as i look back at the best summer of my life, wherein i would never change a single thing. paraphernalia indeed.

i just love love love these pictures of asnat and i, it’s the little things she says to me. especially about them. 

i will tell you something i love about asnat, she’s very rude to people, she just doesn’t like people, edomites in particular, she can’t stand them. she hated jillian maclaren, couldn’t stand her. she captured so many pictures of jillian in our tent looking her old miserable self, always moaning about her mental health issues or her health problems, or when peem was shouting at her like an idiot she is , but they shall be released in future. 

asnat hated jackie chan, she couldn’t stand her. she would tell me she looks like a witch, which i agree, it’s the way she just stares into spaces. then she would be telling asnat about her daughter liv, who apparently can not keep a man, all boys just keep dumping her. imagine a mother who speaks so ill about her own daughter, she even told asnat that she was like a daughter she never had. well that’s one true thing jackie chan ever said, because asnat can at least be kept by a man, she’s submissive to the king through her queen, and hasn’t been dumped like her daughter liv.

asnat captured this picture of jackie chan speaking to the council whilst bringing us water everyday, i guess servants will always be servants 

jackie chan collecting firewood for kubala kingdom with my handmaiden asnat, servants will always be servants 

asnat also couldn’t stand a deranged mental patient keith williamson who is currently homeless in jedburgh, thank goodness his own mother wants him locked up, as he’s extremely dangerous. asnat would record him each time he came to mambaza woodlands. 

asnat could not stand this deranged edomite keith 

such a pathetic little being, he even went to the sun newspaper to talk about kubala, i guess it meant something to him to have his picture in a newspaper for the first time in his life “irritated keith” indeed. 

oh well, one thing so beautiful about asnat is that she can’t stand these edomites, hence she is a kubalan forever, and can never be lured back into the satanic world of edom. all these deranged edomites who do videos about saving asnat from me her queen are the ones who are actually working hard for the establishment of the kingdom of kubala. they make asnat love the kingdom more and more each day…

a bond of a queen and her handmaiden can never be broken….especially one built on a common enemy, or should say enemies, jillian maclaren, jackie chan and just about all of them….

kubala kubala ilizwe 

My Most Romantic Night With The King On Mount Shungu

The date was July 10, 2025. The setting, of course, the Scottish soil globally known for being owned by the Black British Royals. Established and founded by Kubala in the Spring of 2025, ‘Mount Shungu’. The story is a somewhat typical Scottish summer day, followed by an unforgettable Trumpet of Full Moon feast. 

It was about 10 a.m. when I had the first gaze of the new day and sun illuminated tent. Although I often slept in, anxious as ever for the day ahead, I rolled over expecting to meet eyes with my Lord. Then noticing He and my mistress were already up. I broke a chewing stick before meeting them on the north side of the camp, on the open hilltop. This is where we performed most rituals and ceremonies. While giving a greeting curtsy, “O tanda, ma Chi. O tanda, ma Cho”. “O tanda Asi”. They responded. I joined them for morning prayers and rituals. Then the King instructed me, “Asnat, go get the water”. Every morning, Jackie Chan, the groupie, the “owner” of Rose, would leave us a barrel of water. Although she insisted on bringing it into the camp or finding any reason to come near the tent, the King refused. She was to leave it on the other side of the field, where we would walk Rose. Besides, her filthy water was only used for washing anyway. Routinely, the King and I would still go to the stream together. I’d fill the bottles and he’d carry them back for me. The Queen would normally return to camp, so it became a bonding ritual for the King and I. Immediately after, I gathered sticks to light the fire and prepared morning herbs. I poured each serving into the designated mug. Serving the King first, of course. Each day, the structure and course of our lifestyle would fill every hour of the day. Before we knew it, the sun began to set. 

The mysteries of authentic Hebrew culture were concealed and preserved for this very day. The evening of July 10, 2025 was the evening of a feast and celebration I’ll never forget. Everything is ordained for YaHoWaH’s purpose. 

It was time for supper. The King made chicken and pasta. It was only once the Queen said, “Asi butter the bread”, that I noticed the loaf was missing from the suitcase cupboard. “My Queen, have you already taken it outside?” I asked. “No.” She responded. We knew the King wouldn’t have fetched the loaf himself, so it was a total mystery. The search began. Then we heard a rustle in the grass and all had the unanimous epiphany, “Tilly!”. The badger who appeared as a bear to the Queen was now her pet. She even made a stump into a table to leave food for Tilly the bear. Every night the Queen would ask the King if she could give her leftovers to her. Every time I heard Tilly come for her food, I’d run inside the tent, the King was never amused, but Queen Nandi thought she was the cutest little creature. Needless to say, nothing was cute about what we discovered she’d done. We went to her table to find the remains of the loaf and the wrapper that she ever so gracefully tore open. As Queen Nandi and I laughed hysterically, the King was furious and told Queen Nandi not to feed her that night. However, Queen Nandi insisted. 

The night was still young, Queen Nandi and I were still reliving the moment and unable to contain our laughter. The Queen dished the food, we joined together around the fire for the King’s blessing. We’d eaten and I finished evening chores before eagerly returning to the fire. The King was returning from doing evening rituals in the temple, when the holy spirit led the Queen to star gaze. “My Lord, Asi! Come see!” She was in the fallen Esau field, named after the landmark fallen tree, on the east side of the camp. It was the most beautiful full moon. 

She played her instrument as we began to sing and dance. Clear skies, still wind, the night was perfect. We did our evening prayers under the moonlight. I just melt away when the King blends and carries our harmonies. Singing “Chaka Huya Kumba” always goes deeply into our spirits. Transcending to the world of our imagination is our way of life. We held hands as the King led us through a meditation projection into the future. Into the world where all these memories will be shared with the rest of our family, the tribes and children of Kubala. The moment was priceless. 

I brought out our sleeping bags and we laid beneath the stars. The Shungu robins were singing in the distance, every blade of grass dancing with the stars above. Listening to the sounds of nature, I measured the Kings chest, following His breath, up and down. What more could I ask for than to be in the arms of the man of my dreams. The King holding each of our hands, we spent the whole night gazing at the moon. This is how our forefathers and mothers lived, the actuality of Hebrew culture. In that moment, YaHoWaH revealed how the day that seemed to have started like any other, was destined to end like no other. 

The Return, King of KUBALA

 

Praise  Him, Praise Him 

Atehene of the North 

He is altogether lovely 

He stands out amongst a thousand 

Every knee shall bow before him 

And confess that he is the Messiah 

The Holy One of David 

The Shushuma 

The Lion of the Tribe of Judah 

Praise Him, Praise Him 

The son of the Gods 

He is the King of all 

The King of Kings 

The Lord of all the earth 

The Holy Grail 

The Son of Mary Magdala 

The one to inherit the earth 

All Kings shall bow before him 

The Holy One of David 

The Shushuma 

The Lion of the Tribe of Judah 

Praise Him, Praise Him 

The King of Great Britain 

The one with the power 

In the palm of his hand 

He holds the iron scepter 

By the fire from his mouth 

His enemies shall be subdued 

On the Holy Mountains of KUBALA 

Praise Him, Praise Him 

The Last King of Scotland