Menesha—The Sacred Return to Origin
Menesha is more than a word; it is a calling, a return, a remembrance of what has always been. In Amharic, the ancient Ethiopian tongue, መነሻ (menesha) means “origin.” It speaks of the first dawn, the genesis of humanity, the sacred breath of the Most High that awakened the first people—Africans—to walk upon the earth. Menesha is not just a place in time but a frequency, an unbroken lineage connecting us to the divine truth buried beneath the weight of colonial lies.
Africa: The Womb of Humanity and the Messiah’s True Lineage
Before the world carved borders and rewrote history, Africa was the beginning. The original people, kissed by the sun, carried the light of the Creator in their skin, their hair like wool—coiled like the spirals of the universe itself. Science and scripture align in this truth: the first human beings walked out of Africa, and with them, the divine bloodline that would one day bring forth the Messiah.
His lineage is undeniable. Ancient Israel was intertwined with Africa, its people moving through the lands of Kemet (Egypt), Kush (Nubia), and Axum (Ethiopia). When Herod sought to destroy the Christ-child, where did the Holy Family flee? To Kemet, the land of the Black pharaohs. When Simon of Cyrene carried the cross, where was he from? North Africa. The Book of Revelation describes the Messiah as having hair like wool and feet like burnished bronze—imagery unmistakably tied to African heritage. This truth, though hidden, still pulses in the blood of those who dare to remember.
Christianity: A Spirituality Before the Chains
Long before Christianity became the tool of oppressors, it was a path of liberation, rooted deeply in African spirituality. The Ethiopian Orthodox Church—one of the oldest in the world—stood firm in its faith centuries before European conquest. The desert fathers and mothers of Kemet meditated in the silence of the sands, seeking divine enlightenment, long before the Western world claimed dominion over the faith. Christianity was never meant to be a religion of chains—it was a spiritual understanding, a way to walk in harmony with the Most High, the ancestors, and the cosmos.
But with colonialism came the great distortion. The same oppressors who shackled the bodies of African people sought to imprison their minds, severing them from their original spiritual power. Forced baptisms, rewritten texts, and doctrines built on submission rather than liberation were used to make us forget. But the spirit of Menesha cannot be erased.
Menesha—The Awakening
Menesha is the return to origin. It is the voice of our ancestors rising from the soil, the rhythm of drums calling us back to the truth. It is the unraveling of deception, the resurrection of our divine identity.
The time has come to remember. We were the first. We are the eternal. We are the children of the Most High. And we will rise again.
