You are English, and your wife is a stunning black woman from Rwanda. You met her after your terrible breakup with Eileen. Family advised you to go on a solo trip to “find yourself,” to love yourself, to journal, maybe even begin a podcast, and to look inward for that twinkle of light that could just spark something in your mood-swinging, bed-laying, junk-eating life.
Akaliza brought you that light, and you have never stopped telling anyone who cared to listen that you met your wife on a flight from the UK to Rwanda, the country of a thousand hills.
Your first kiss was breathtaking; you buried your tongue into hers as if your existence depended on her lips for survival. You arched your neck to the right, pulled her by the chin, and savored the sweetness in her mouth. Akaliza is soft and welcoming; she shut her eyes and pushed her petite frame into you.
And the day you popped the question, You rented a yacht, gathered friends onboard and had her favourite music in the background. you gave her a cocktail of happy emotions, it made her contemplate between smiling, screaming ,laughing or crying. She chose the easiest, tears. She bursted out in tears and cried with pure joy.
Her fingers shook in excitement when she stretched them out for the ring.
“2002” by Anne-Marie made the atmosphere right for you, you combed her in an embrace, and just kept your eyes glued on this woman who you will climb many mountains for, this woman in whose life you see yours.
You have your heart buried in the beauty of this woman, Akaliza.
Notes By Emmanuella 