The fantasy you asked for but I hope becomes a reality
The morning came too early.
Jet lag still lingered from the long journey to Angama Mara, one of the most beautiful safari lodges in Africa, suspended high above the vast plains of the Maasai Mara, where time slows and the world breathes differently. The night had been wrapped in silence. Punctuated only by the occasional intrusion from the orchestra of crickets, but dawn arrived softly... carried on the ancient song of trees swaying in the pale gold light, their whispers older than memory.
The air was alive.
The early savannah soil of the Mara exhaled its moist, earthy breath, drifting through open screens and linen curtains, settling gently over us like a calming ritual. It moved through the room, through the sheets, through the quiet space between two hearts that had traveled far to arrive at this moment.
Outside, the land stretched endlessly with soft grass brushed with dew, distant acacia silhouettes, the low call of waking wildlife across the Maasai Mara reminding us that love, like nature, is both wild and intentional.
You stirred beside me as the sun rose higher, painting Angama Mara in warm amber tones. A tray arrived... coffee brewed from African beans, fresh fruit, honey still holding the taste of wildflowers. But the real offering was the morning itself: untouched, intimate, ours.
We walked onto the private deck, barefoot, wrapped in light white robes and stillness. Below us, the savannah awakened fully. A herd moved in the distance with sounds that embodied the African drums as if on cue by fate ... Birds traced the sky in timed pattern as time stood still.
That was when I knew...
that love, our love doesn’t need noise or spectacle. It needs truth, presence, and a place that reminds you how small the world becomes when you’ve found the right person in it.
I took your hand.
In the quiet rhythm of the land, under a sky that has witnessed countless love stories before ours....
" I didn’t plan this as a speech.
I don’t think moments like this like being rehearsed.
But standing here…
with the morning still half-asleep,
and the Mara stretching out like it’s holding its breath with us...
I know I need to say this out loud.
God knows I've struggled with the thought of love and being loved
Never really feeling worthy of it, like I was too broke and broken for it
Left Iike I need to be performative, and that love had to arrived with fireworks
or announced itself so you couldn’t miss it.
But loving you taught me something different.
It’s in the way mornings learn to stay calm when you’re near.
In the way silence has no rush to be filled.
In how the world feels smaller, but somehow more complete.
You make ordinary moments feel intentional.
Like they were always leading here.
Like this morning didn’t just happen...
it waited.
I love who I am when I’m with you.
Not because you changed me,
but because you saw me clearly
and stayed anyway.
And I don’t promise perfection.
I promise presence.
I promise to choose you on days that feel easy
and on days that don’t feel like anything at all.
I want a life where mornings feel like this...
unhurried, honest, real.
Where we keep finding each other
in new places,
under new skies,
with the same hands.
And standing here,
with the land reminding us that nothing lasting is rushed,
I know this isn’t just a beautiful moment.
It’s the beginning of everything I want to call home...
So allow me the honor of calling you my wife...and marry me will you...!?
