A DAY IN AN AFRICAN LESBIAN’S LIFE 54
And so Eve set out to make a fool of herself with her accomplice Fez in toe. They wrote out a whole essay about being sorry with neon coloured ink, got hold of Eve’s guitar that hadn’t been tuned in a long time and off they went.
‘This could get ugly you know,’ Eve warned ominously.
‘All is fair in love and war is what I always say,’ Fez countered.
The drive to Danai’s seemed too short, Eve’s heart was now beating a tattoo in her chest, Fez on the other hand seemed to be enjoying herself, they set up camp on the small lawn in front of Danai’s little flat and got ready for action.
Fez held out the big pieces of paper while Eve fiddled with her guitar until all was finally set and the charade ready to begin.
Eve started singing.
In just a few seconds, most of the lights in the entire building came on and heads started to peek out.
‘I’m sorry Danai…’ she shouted off key, ‘I know I don’t deserve a second chance… but I don’t want to live without you, even if I can… Danai please forgive me.’
Danai’s head was the last one to peek out, the look on her face wasn’t very encouraging however.
‘I’m sorry…’ Eve said looking straight at her, the guitar now forgotten, ‘I love you.’
Danai’s head left the window and a few minutes after, she appeared at the front gate.
‘I..am…sorry…that’s all I can say,’ Eve had tears flowing freely now.
Danai wiped at them gently.
‘It’s OK baby… Now stop singing please, you are embarrassing me.’
Fez guffawed, ‘you are on point Danai, I don’t know how she’s ever going to show her face in daylight again after this.’
They kissed softly and hugged for what seemed hours, both knowing that the road ahead was going to be very shaky.
Their audience, thoroughly entertained, clapped happily.