Erik waits for T'challa's bout of grief to pass. He tries to distract him with a story.
' When I was lil my pops used to take me to the beach. Teach me how to swim. Buy me ice cream and a burger . When life was still treating me good. '
' Let's go . '
' Where? '
' To the beach. '
Erik was just talking reckless. He didn't think T'challa was going to take him seriously. In the next hour Erik and T'challa arrive at his private condo by the sea. An hour long drive to his private condo by the sea. The attendants are left behind packing a few of their belongings. They will arrive later. They can find something to wear in the closet.
Erik notices that this is some kind of honeymoon suite. Petals on the bed. Bouquet of roses, champagne, caviar, chocolates. Lingerie. He's secretly pleased that they are going to get some quality time.
T'challa gets a call from his lil sister
' Shuri. '
' Big brother, you must come back. The elders don't want me to wear leggings, I lost some documents in the cloud. The DocuSign won't open. The annual finincial budget makes no sense. '
' Take it easy. '
' I just need you to come back and deal with all of this. '
' I'm starting to feel like I'm not going to be around for too long. '
' Oh ! ' T'challa sounds super depressed.
' Bring me some photos when you come back. '
' Don't try to do everything by yourself. '
' Ok. But I hope I can always consult because this meeting is starting and I have lost the document again. '
' Just call Sidi , I'm sure she will locate it. '
' Thanks a lot for nothing Big brother. '
The beach is only a ten minute walk. Erik wears his red thong bikini. T'challa doesn't seem to care.
' Here. Take this and rub me down. '
He says placing the sun screen on his stomach testing him. T'challa ends up kneeled down on Erik's back rubbing the sun screen all over his body.
Erik wishes Nanny was here so that he could have somebody to brag to.
After a light lunch, T'challa takes they should go down to the Ndimi ya mauti ruins (the tongue of the dead ). The day is still young. Erik is not ready for this experience. It's a maze of man made caves used for slave trade. Erik can see the chains on the walls, skulls and bones in the dungeons. Centuries ago before Slave trade was banned.
Erik leaves the group touring with them and slips out to the beach for a break. Erik gets emotional, they seat silently by the shore waiting for him to simmer down. They watch the sunset together.
Back at the condo, they have a silent dinner. Erik has somewhere to be. Flakey on the first day.
T'challa retires to the bedroom. Changes and slips into bed. Struggles with his new book, A hammer and a hoe. It's hard to like this book when African Americans are losing every civil rights battle. After reading the same paragraph for the tenth time, he's about to give up and call it a night.
Erik walks in.
' Sorry, I took so long. I ran into the neighbors. '
' You found something ? '
' Yeah, they gifted me a bouquet of Malawi gold. '
T'challa is unimpressed. Erik was on a weed run ? The night is kind of chilly. Erik gets the fireplace going. He slips in beside T'challa. They pass the blunt back and forth till it's gone. T lays on E chest mellowed out.
Erik's movie is showing on the tv.
' Stripping business started in Africa...'
T'challa laughs with fondness. Memories. He can feel Erik's hands rub his booty. He's horny. They have some random chats after a short quickie.
' What the fuck is a roadman ? '
' A thief. '
' You got robbed by a white boy? ' Erik smirks disgusted.
' TRIED to rob me. ' he emphasizes
' T'challa where did you hide your beads? ' T'challa is tight lipped.
Erik laughs.
' I had a feeling. '
' I was desperate. ' Erik laughs again
'London is so ghetto. '
' You been there on vacation? ' Erik rolls his eyes. T'challa's mind works differently thinking everybody rich.
