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

Asnat, The Inferior Mistress Of Kubala

 

The world came to a standstill the day I introduced myself as the “Inferior mistress”. Now everyone wants to know, what exactly does this even mean? Who better to teach you than the inferior mistress herself, Asnat of Atehene? Other than… of course, the Queen of the North, the superior mistress. That’s the lesson. 

All jokes aside, although, I am also the handmaiden of the Queen, these are two completely separate positions. The title of inferior mistress is characterized by my marriage with the King rather than my direct servitude to the Queen. In a way, I was given to the King by the Queen as a bondwoman, but I was also gifted to the Queen from the King as Her personal maid. So in this case, even if I were not literally the Queen’s servant, as a bondwoman, through her, I am still the inferior mistress. The main quality of an inferior mistress is described by her complete submission to her husband by always showing reverence to the wife of His youth, the mother of His children and the woman of His household. 

Primarily my role, my desire and choice as a bondwoman of the King is to satisfy Him. I never thought i’d see the day that a woman any age who prides herself in her devotion to cooking, cleaning, submitting, pleasing her husband and leading other women to do the same would be frowned upon. The day assuming the basic roles of womanhood, married or not, would be identified as grooming and “coercive control”. Whats more is the amount of complete strangers who are now sleep deprived as a result of my personal life. The obvious truth is even at my low estate and despised position of inferiority I am still the envy of every woman outside this kingdom.

As you know, the substance of our lives is serving the creator by doing, saying and being whoever He instructs us to. Ironically enough, the titles of bondwoman and handmaiden were given to me by the King but it was I who claimed the title of inferior mistress. How can I be obedient to the Creator and not the husband He gave me? How can I be obedient to my husband and not my mistress who gave me to my husband? “Asi, my handmaiden. You’ve been summoned by the King.” With haste my mistress brings me before Him. The hands of time have come to a halt. The walls vanish and wane into an infinite forest. “Tu placer es mi deceo”. I’ve humbled myself before them and Yahowah has exalted me. 

Asnat the inferior mistress of the North. 

Kubala Kubala Ilizwe

the abomination of fella makafui and lydia wanjiru, their judgement is imminent

as we are entering into a new era of righteousness, the millennium kingdom on earth, the kingdom of kubala, there is a group of women who will never see the day of glory or ever be in the kingdom of kubala. 

any woman who has ever done cosmetic surgery by way of enhancing their body has committed blasphemy against the creator yahowah and their judgment is great. 

how does the pot insult the potter? 

how does a house say to the builder, why did you build me like this? 

this abomination of women, especially black women who are made in the glory and image of their creator, from the chosen lost tribes of israel/kubala has angered the creator, yahowah. 

Women from the lost tribe of judah, ghana and kenya are committing this abomination before the whole world, as the world praises them for despising their maker and how he fashioned them in his image. 

in ghana (judah tribe) a woman called fella makafui has committed this great abomination against the creator, and great shall be her judgment.

great abomination of fella makafui 

in kenya (judah tribe) a woman called lydia wanjiru has commanded this great abomination against the creator, and great shall be her judgment. 

great abomination of lydia wanjiru 

these women are the first to be judged, and shall be utterly cut off into the outer darkness, for this great abomination. 

no woman who has altered their body will enter the kingdom of yahowah.

the words of atehene the messiah have been written, through his prophetess mary-tamar the mother of chaka.

 

only women who embrace the image yahowah gave them will enter the kingdom 

kubala kubala ilizwe 

the real tentwives of kubala: introducing the new bondwoman of king atehene, mirachi

i just love this hibernation season, it did get a little overwhelming in mambaza woodlands, even though it was beyond beautiful in the wilderness, it just became too much, reporters and photographers every single day, and these edomites who became like pests, daily. from jillian maclaren to the beyond edinburgh bunch as we called them, our privacy was intruded in a way that became quite uncomfortable. but i must admit i still loved it, it was the thrill of it all, the power to command edomites to serve us, having the whole world come to a standstill because a black man, his wife and a handmaiden are living in a tent in the woods. well i guess that’s what happens when you are the first black royal family the world has ever seen. 

but now, a new season has begun. i love it, staying in bed all day, talking to the king all day long on the phone, my handmaiden asnat serving me as we wait patiently for the return of the king, which is imminent. I am happy and peaceful, and having the privacy is almost heavenly. 

so it begins, the real housewives of kubala, no i mean the real tentwives of kubala. the world created an imitation of kubala, hence i never watched the abomination of the show they call the real housewives, where the women can’t even spell the word housewife, let alone live it.  the only time i attempted to watch the madness was when so many people where telling me there was a woman who looked like me in one they call real housewives of atlanta. what a mess it was, black women who plaster their faces with makeup, wear wigs and none of them are in any way real housewives.

in kubala we are the only women on earth who comprehend what it means to be wives of a man. a wife is totally submissive to her husband, her master. she does everything she’s told, and can not be disobedient. 

so the reality series begins, during this hibernation season. kubalans hibernate in winter and in spring we shine. but this winter season is a season like no other, where kubalans around the world, and our enemies will read the online diary of the women of king atehene, how they live together in harmony, serving their king, through his queen nandi. kubala kingdom is the only blueprint of polygamy on earth, the way yahowah the creator intended it. 

who are the cast of this real life script? 

queen nandi, she is the leader of the harem of king atehene. every woman in the harem can only go to the king through her. she is the most beloved of atehene, and the mother of chaka, the crown prince of kubala.

blue dressing gown gifted to king atehene by wicked edomite jillian maclaren 

holy bible gifted to kubala kingdom by wicked edomite jillian maclaren 

golden eagle feathers gifted to queen nandi in mambaza woodlands 

asnat, she is the egyptian bondwoman of  king atehene, the handmaiden of queen nandi. 

asnat is the handmaiden of queen nandi, she is enjoying hibernating with her queen 

mirachi, she has recently been approved to enter the king’s harem. she is the second bondwoman of king atehene, the sheer of the king. 

mirachi has recently joined king atehene’s harem, she will be unveiled upon the king’s return.

as the real tentwives of atehene await patiently for the return of the king, who was captured on 2 october 2025, the queen and her handmaiden and the sheer of the king take instructions daily over the phone from their king. so the king still runs his household and harem, even when locked in captivity. 

each tentwife, from queen nandi, asnat and mirachi pen their daily life, until the king returns. 

it’s the real tentwives of kubala, hibernation, paraphernalia 

kubala kubala ilizwe 

My Mother Melba Can Go To Hell For All I Care

Asnat with her mother, in 2025. Then, Kaura with delirious, self proclaimed “mother”, Melba Whitehead, um-teen years ago. 

My mistress celebrates my position in her life. Whereas, Melba rejected me to only realize she is and will be nothing without me. One fact remains clear in both images, I have an unaccountable youthful soul. A spirit bright enough to shine in the midst of psychological, physical and spiritual torture. Then again it’s just a picture. What matters is what I see and now, who I choose. That will always be Queen Nandi. Go cry about it. 

Brainwash, to pressurize someone into adopting radically different beliefs by using systematic and often forcible means. By Oxford’s definition and my own analysis of memory, this was my experience. I had been a victim of false imprisonment, physical abuse and neglect. Melba was the voice of my inner monologue. My thoughts were not my own, I believed I was not entitled to free will. She was never around but her voice , her nagging, her criticisms still haunted me. As a result of Melba’s demonic nature and methods of torment, I suffered for over 20 years in silence. Although, I’ve never been one to shy away from opportunities to express myself, I was brainwashed. Or so I told myself to live with the thought that I was simply ignored by all the relatives who saw and heard my cries for help. Day after day, I prayed for true freedom from the tyranny of the world I lived in. Here I am, I have nothing to prove. You’ve heard it all before, and yet the world still interrogates me as the perpetrator with questions the world only asks BLACK victims. “Why didn’t you leave?” And my personal favorite, “Why didn’t you say this years ago?” I don’t know, maybe because NOBODY LISTENS.

How vicious is a “mother” who encourages edomites to call her BLACK child a vulnerable, incapable, mentally unstable slave? Even your ploy to publicly humiliate and insult my intelligence is nefarious. Everything you do is methodical, hence why the four, 15 year old pictures you have of me are just now seeing the light of day. The fact that I have not even a single memory of this day substantiates my judgment of you. I only have terrible memories of you because you are truly a terrible, demented and disgusting person. Which is why I never mentioned you or any of your foul spirited kinfolk. Prior to you making your debut as the mother of the missing texan lady in Scottish forests, you were an irrelevant, insignificant, nobody. I held my tongue and spared all of yall but no more. Now I hold the power of your fate as a characters in MY story. You can go to hell for all I care. 

Kubala Kubala Ilizwe 

marry chiwenga, her maid minnie baloyi, the sign of the impending doom and judgement of zimbabwe

in the land inhabited by the moabites, which they call zimbabwe, an abomination has happened. a maid has surpassed her own mistress. her name is minnie baloyi, the lowest of all women ever born in zimbabwe. raised by a stepmother, never to have known a mother’s love, you can see the hatred in her eyes. 

in the eyes of the maid, you can see her hatred 

her predecessor, her own mistress, is now a cripple, she has one arm left, and one leg left, her mistress has become so hated by her husband, she has never seen her own children for over half a decade. her name is marry chiwenga, or rather mubaiwa. 

now as marry chiwenga suffers her fate, to be left a cripple and be replaced by a maid, without her children, the maid minnie baloyi is the one raising the children of her mistress marry, as she was unloved and raised by a stepmother, so she raises the children of her mistress, who is now banished. a barren woman has became a mother to the children of her mistress. 

the people of moab, known today as zimbabweans celebrate this abomination that has happened under the sun. because of the evil in their hearts, they can not perceive that this is a sign to them, of what shall become of every woman of zimbabwe/moab. 

as the world enters into the millennium kingdom, moab is the washpot of the creator, yahowah. as the prophet jeremiah declared, there is judgment reserved for moab in these last days, for these two women, marry chiwenga and minnie baloyi are but a sign unto them. they all shall remember these two women on that day. 

moabites love what is evil, and calls it good, hence they love the maid exceedingly, the one who has replaced her own mistress, minnie baloyi. they know not that the fate of minnie is worse than the fate of her mistress marry. 

for it is better to have no leg, and no arm than what shall become of minnie. she shall be bare before the world, and she shall drink the cup of her mistress marry. 

better is the cup that marry has drunk

than the cup her maid shall drink before the world 

for the maid has bleached her skin, and changed her appearance, but she shall be seen for what she truly is, on that day. 

every woman in the land of moab shall be like marry chiwenga, no husband, no children. this is what shall become of this land of zimbabwe, for every man in this land shall be slain, and they shall all drink the cup of marry, starting with minnie, for this great abomination and evil that has happened in the land inhabited by moabites, the children of lot, in these last days, who call themselves zimbabweans. 

and the cripple shall reign over them, and they shall all drink her cup, the cup of the daughter of moab. for they shall all become marry, the shura of moab. 

for blessed is the prophetess mary-tamar the mother of chaka, nandi of the north, for she left these wicked people, who were her people, and her husband atehene, the lion of the tribe of judah, loved her exceedingly, and blessed her above all women. 

nandi was loved exceedingly by her husband, and she prophesied for the king against her people 

and she stood and prophesied against moab, at the instruction of her lord husband, the one who feared yahowah, and not a single word from her mouth ever fell to the ground. 

this prophecy is sealed above as below 

kubala kubala ilizwe 

“For three things the earth is disquieted, and for four which it cannot bear: For a servant when he reigneth; And a fool when he is filled with meat; For an odious woman when she is married; And an handmaid that is heir to her mistress.” Proverbs 30: 20-23