The ancient name for Egypt is Kemet or black land, inspired by the fertile black soils deposited by the Nile floods, distinct from the”red land” (deshret) of the desert. Over the years etymology did its thing and made Kemet into Egypt.
This is probably how I perceive Egypt, a mixture of colors and scents and traits. It’s like a gigantic blender that’s been running for thousands of years, mixing pharaohs, romans, arabs, persians, turks, armenians, albanians, muslims, copts, jews, east, west, and all the shades in between.
The resulting “cocktail” is my Egypt. So colorful, so diversified, but still one.
It is strange how our ancestors divided Egypt into Kemet and Deshret.
Black and Red.
Just add a touch of white and you’ll get our flag as it is today, 5000 years later.
Maybe there’s something about black and red that resonates with”Egypt” after all.
Black is my favourite color, and in my world it doesn’t associate with evil. Black is more than a color to me, it’s a theme, a concept, an identity.
Black needs nothing to be what it is, unlike all other colors. It is by itself the absence of everything else.
It’s self-suffecient, evident, and complete. If perfection had a color, it would be black.
This is my shade of black. This is my Blackland.
Self-suffecient, complete, majestic, mystique, and like all what’s beautiful, it’s even more beautiful when wrapped in the black of the night.
For all what it is, for all what it could be, for all what it made me, I say it proudly..
I’m a Blacklander from the Blackland.
In love and gratitude for what she is, in hope of what she could be.
I give you Masr, Egypt, Kemet, The Blackland, from Cairo with love.
August 12th, 2006 1:00 AM.