Egypt, 2001

    Egypt · Africa29 September 2001

    I went to Egypt looking for stimulation, perhaps even inspiration. I was not disappointed. Cairo was less chaotic and crowded than I had psyched myself up for. The Coptic spires and Muslim minarets seem to rescue an otherwise dispiriting skyline of run-down and never-finished buildings. The driving antics are amusing, although still hair-raising at times, if you’re not behind the wheel.

    The pyramids, despite being right on the city edge and a hive of harassing hawkers, cannot fail to impress for their scale, architectural precision and engineering genius. My sweltering, somewhat claustrophobic venture into the burial chamber of the second largest Giza pyramid was an unforgettable experience.

    The temples are amazing for the same reasons as the pyramids, but in addition, their artistic features and rich religious symbolism captured my imagination. Most of all, the incredibly precise inscribed hieroglyphic texts and associated illustrations that fill the columns, walls and roofs struck a real chord of resonance in me. The remnants of colour give a glimpse into the almost unbelievable spectacle that the original buildings must have displayed.

    The tombs bring this rainbow world to life with some incredibly well preserved painted scenes, bursting with colour and meaning. When it comes to ambition, one has to admire the likes of Ramses II and Hatshepsut for being visionaries on a grand scale, undoubtedly with egos to match.

    There was a constant sense of wanting to pinch myself when trying to absorb the age and sophistication of all the ancient stone legacies. The snaking blue artery of the Nile, with its thin green lung nurtures body, mind and soul.

    The people of Egypt seem to me a deeply religious, peace loving and good humoured race. I feel a kinship with them as fellow Africans, despite their substantial Arabic influences.

    Hopefully, my poem conveys my experiences more elegantly than this brief and rambling postscript.

    Diary entry, 29 September 2001

    Where the World Once Began

    I. Flight of Time

    Soaring like a god on wings Isis-blessed
    In search of beginnings - a mystical quest
    O'er newly wed mountains and islands estranged
    'Cross deserts of water - my Horus-eye ranged

    In a flash I catch sight of her delta arms wide
    She bids me fair welcome, this patchwork-clad bride
    With gold sand-swept hair and brown sun-baked tan
    I am meeting my maker - where the world once began

    Cacophony of Cairo

    The City Victorious bustles and teems
    With the chaos of life near bursting its seams
    Hooter-blasts mingle with chant-calls to pray -
    A whirling sound dervish that's danced every day

    The dead and the living find shelter in tombs
    The skyline is punctured with crosses and moons
    While the tranquil Nile whispers of history unfurled -
    The lotus-bud blooming of the civilized world

    III. Era of Gold

    The speaking stones echo down canyons of time
    The vulture and cobra are shown intertwined
    Two crowns worn together - the red and the white
    As the kingdoms of upper and lower unite

    The floodplains turn fertile and peace fills the sky
    From the golden creator, the gods multiply
    The sun is discovered in Earth's cavern womb
    The word crystallizes in temple and tomb

    IV. Pyramids of Knowledge

    Blocks hewn from stone form steps up to heaven
    In praise of the sun - the spirit to leaven
    The chambers within are sanctums of peace
    Where the body can sleep and the soul find release

    Resting content 'neath the great shadows three
    The lion of wisdom holds life's precious key
    Reflecting the dawn on his time honoured face
    Weathered with patience - great guardian of grace

    V. Monuments of Glory

    Amidst all the rubble and ruins of old
    Legends still linger and stories are told
    Of glory and power, of order and law
    Of beautiful cities and triumphs of war

    The towering pylons conceal a great hall
    Where a petrified forest of papyrus stands tall
    Obelisks and statues rise regal with pride
    Protecting the family of gods safe inside

    VI. Valley of Kings

    The dusty white mountains and valleys converse
    In whispers of secrets hid under the earth
    Of tunnels and treasures and sarcophagi
    Of caves where the queens and the kings came to die

    The tombs tell their stories in rainbow relief
    Of ochre and kohl, green, blue and gold leaf
    The walls speak of journeys from this world to nether
    Of judgement that weighs each heart 'gainst a feather

    VII. River of Life

    Tufted green palm trees cling to the shores
    Barely escaping the desert's hot claws
    Farmers and fishermen battle the haze
    'Neath the envious eyes of the limestone cliffs' gaze

    On the blissful blue water drift swans graced in white -
    The sails of felukas shine billowing bright
    The Nile's ebb and flow are now slaves to the sluice
    As the people and river search hard for a truce

    VIII. Legacy of Ramses II

    For three generations he ruled from the throne
    Constructing and carving his likeness in stone
    From statues colossi, his praise song still rings -
    The original Gulliver, a giant among kings

    Still awesome the sight, though millennia have passed:
    The mountain of worship whose face is unmasked
    Where horses and chariots do battle for kings
    Beneath the protection of the gods' outstretched wings

    IX. Vision of Rebirth

    Centuries trickle, as the future is frayed
    Kingdoms erode and dynasties fade
    The sacred ankh's buried beneath aeons of sand
    Its destiny resting in time's patient hands

    But the soul winds are changing, a gold sun's on the rise
    The snake is uncoiling, the bird again flies
    From death, life takes breath, we feel the birth pang
    And emerge recreated - from where the world once began

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