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.