My Boyfriend , Atlas .

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Song dedication: free Spirit- Khalid

We  drive out to the banks of the Zambezi river and the sun is half set . The scenery is  breathtakingly  aesthetic. 

" I thought you said we're going to see your perv lady ? " ,I tell Atlas.

" Perv lady ? ....really ? " , he says with a grin. 

" would you rather I say Paedophile? ...."

" perv lady ...it is then .." , he says laughing,  " come out ... "

I get out and we sit on the banks . And he takes my hand and kisses it .

" why didn't we go see her ?", I ask again.

" Because you're more important .... " , he says before adding,  " Question game .."

" okay "

" Who is Abraham ...?"

" the Ex I told you about...." , I say with my head downcast .

" Is that the guy ..you saw earlier today ? "

I nod .

" what did he do to you ? "

"It was great at first,  he gave me his jacket... showed me off to everyone.... then he became very abusive emotionally.... it's like he wasn't a different person. ..."

" Did you leave him ?"

" Nope "

" Why not "

" Because I'm weak and naïve ....and I guess some part of me thought he would change .... he would say so many hurtful things and then he would go back to his sweet old self again ....like that evil side of him never happened....  the problem with me is that I'm a giver .... I just give give until theres nothing left to give .  "

" How did you get out  ?"

" I didn't,  he did"

" well he didn't deserve you then ...he's a douche bag" , he says giving me a hug .

He goes back to the car and brings  out a bunch of things .  A blanket  , a mat , a lamp and a picnic basket.

" what's all that stuff for ? " , I ask him.

" we're having a sleep over .. "

" Mayi and Bambo-"

" Are completely cool with it " , he says holding up his phone showing me the text he sent lying about a sleep over at Sakhwi's place. 

He opens the radio app on his phone and  starts to blast  radio Phoenix.  The song free spirits by Khalid comes on .

" we'll be free Spirrrrriittt" , we sing in unison, " free Spirrrrriittt...."

He gets up and helps me up  and we start to dance . I'm  feeling myself,  dancing and laughing  and everything feels so real . These are the nights I live for .

We get into the river and let the waves  pass us by . The feeling is delusional yet so intriguingly real magical even , crazy but serene.  I wish I met this man earlier , he's a God-sent.

He holds my head and pulls me close  .

" you make me happy " , he says in a soft whisper nibbling on my ear and planting a soft kiss on my cheek .

" I know " , I whisper back .

" Ego much ?" , he laughs.

" no I'm just confident in my ability to sway a man.." , I say with  pure cocksure laughter .

"Question game " , he says   , " you think I'm cute ..."

" why does it sound like you're telling me  ?"

" You think I'm dreamy .... admit it ..."

" like Mc'dreamy from grey's anatomy? .... on a scale of one to ten I'd say you're more of a Mc'steamy"

" oh really?" , he says as we get back yo the shore and sit on the banks .

"Question game " , I tell him.

" yeah?" , he says .

I grab his face fast and kiss him  full on the lips  . Sis is coming to take everything that is hers . All  my life I've been a giver , but now I was coming in for the take.   I was finally taking selfishly,  taking everything I deserve.
His  lips brush against mine. Not innocently, like a tease but hot, fiery, passionate and demanding. I want to pull away before I lose myself but I can’t seem to…In this minty moment, my senses have been seduced and I can no longer think straight. “Nana” he whispers slowly, prolonging each letter as if to savor them. I smile, my heart fluttering at his voice as I clasp my hands on either side of his face. Its  like our tongues have fallen in madly love and moved to paris. We both fall onto the mat , panting with exhaustion.

He stretches out and holds my hand,  I let him . 

For stargazers, its hard to imagine anything more romantic than the night sky with its distant twinkling lights, and, indeed, many throughout history have looked to the starlit sky for guidance on matters of the heart.
Astrologers claim that the celestial world holds the key to success in love, and this belief had found its way into our language, with idioms such as “a love that’s written in the stars,” and “star-crossed lovers.”

Atlas stretches out his hand and says,  " that constellation over there is called Bootes ....According to the Greeks, Bootes  was pictured as a mighty man.  In his  right hand he holds a spear, and with  his left, two hunting dogs.  Since he  appears to be pursuing the Great Bear  (Ursa Major) around the North Pole,  Bootes was called “The Bear Driver.”   The ‘key’ star, Arctures, can be easily  found by following the curved line  formed by the handle of the Big Dipper  outward to the first bright star.   Without doubt, Arctures was one of  the first stars to be named.  It was one of the few stars mentioned in the  Bible, where it is referred to in the book of Job, thus giving it the name “Job’s  star.”

I laugh.  He's really one of the few men in Zambezi that reads . And that's amazing.

" What about that star over there " , I say pointing further north .

" it's called "Heartbreaker's star " , he says.  It should be renamed Abraham's star , I think to myself with a smile. 

" what are you thinking about ?" , he asks .

" Nothing ..just don't want to be heartbroken...."

" you think I'll break your heart ?"

" no ...I think I'll break my own heart "

" Well it would be a pleasure to have my heart broken by you ..Ntochi ..."

We both smile,  grinning from ear to ear ....hand in hand ...