PLEASE DONT TAKE KURI FROM ME

Source

I've spent my whole life moving, moving between foster homes, dorms, shelters until my aunt and her husband took me in at 19. But by then I was already used to life on the road and my stay there didn't last. Must be why I choose to be an explorer, first with the National Geographers then I went solo. To be frank, I never knew much about animals, seas, mountains to find them intriguing, I only chose this because it meant I'd constantly be on the road and maybe find some kind of redemption there.

First trip at 22 almost left me dead, Alaska was the destination; i consider Alaska to be a whole world on it's own, small town Iowa boy; I've never seen anything like that, the extreme weather, diverse animals, plants and even landscape. studying the bald eagles at Prospect Creek I almost lost my fingers, after that experience I was sure this was what I wanted to do.

Fifteen years later I could swear I've seen it all, everything! Been everywhere and done it all, been to all the continents save Antarctica , haven't been home - my birth country in five years still in search of peace, some sort of redemption for my soul, Kuri used to give me some but I'm losing her, she's going.
In all my years and of all places only Namibia made me think of the word home, it was only there I thought of slowing down, I didn't just think I pitched my tent there long enough for it's trampoline to become blocks.

Source
I was already heading out of Namibia I swear, the plan was to go see the magnificent Victoria falls once again but that didn't happen, not then and not till now. Kuri was dressed in her usual, carefully ironed double breast-pocket white shirt tucked neatly into her high-wasted brown trousers held with an unusually large belt, which held her stomach in and made her breasts appear pumped out, if she had a hat over her thick afro she would easily pass for a cowgirl anywhere.
I'd never been a pro with the ladies but i never lacked them either, making the approach and keeping her interested enough to agree to a second meeting would be biggest hurdle. After seeing her at the airport that day I just couldn't get on my flight, I lurked around till closing time and walked after her, she took control of destiny by turning around to ask what my deal was, lost for words I told her i told her I missed my flight to Zimbabwe because I found a better expedition.

Back in high school we used to talk about bedding black girls, it was high up on the bucket list - a major goal. A week after meeting Kuri opportunity presented itself, in her tiny room and palour apartment, it was the third day of our meeting, she pulled me up from my seat at the bar, into a taxi, once we were inside the privacy of her room she threw her hands around my neck and propelled herself upwards so her legs were around my waist, my hands instinctively moved to his rear and held it and her in position, our lips locked. We must have been kissing for about 5 minutes before she pointed in the direction of her bedroom, seconds later her bed squeaked when I half-threw her on it, she pulled up using her hands as support as I flung off my shirt and then trousers. I pushed her onto the bed, took off her trousers first then her boy short underwear. Her breasts weren't as large as they appeared under her shirts, laid back on the bed her nipples pointed at me majestically from the dark pool of aureoles surrounding them, her skin colour caramel even brownness head to toes save for the dark birth marks on her left ass cheek, her right inner thigh and just above her right breasts. My body failed me, I only kissed, caressed, sucked and licked until much later in the night when it woke up, woke her up and she woke me up. After we were done, she look into my face and said "It is done, isn't it?" I dug my face into the hollow between her jaw and shoulders and didn't reply.

Girl had me all set up, took two weeks before I set my eyes on her again after we spoke i understood what she meant when she asked, "It is done, isn't it". There and then I made my first ever commitment and it was to a girl, Kuri. I told her about my planned trip to Water falls, swearing never to ever go there unless she comes with me, of course i had wanted to hit it, but I wanted to hold onto it too. Namibia became home and Kuri my lifestyle for the next 38 months.

Source

Things were perfect until three months ago when Cancer hit again, she beat it once in 2007 and now it's back again. Hard as it was I couldn't get mad at her, she didn't tell me. I stare at her everyday on the hospital bed, a shadow of her former self, her scalp naked and her jaw bones very visible. I haven't been myself ever since, I cried, I cry. Sometimes I wonder if I had brought this predicament on her, maybe if I had boarded my flight that day she would be fine. I know life doesn't like me, my journey on earth have been marred by pain and sorrow. Maybe in my quest for happiness i dragged someone into my jinxed life and now life is taking her from me so I would return to my life of self pity and depression.

I was given happiness only so I could lose it.
Stay with me Kuri, please stay. Lets go see Victoria falls tomorrow.