A DAY IN AN AFRICAN LESBIAN’S LIFE 37

They met at Ko’Spotong in Ghandi Square, Eve suggested it, although she could never remember what it was called for the life of her.

They sat at a wooden bench, Eve sipped on a gin and tonic and Nto had a heineken. There was smoke from the braai a few feet away but it mostly blew in the opposite direction from them, chased by the wind. House music played loudly from the numerous speakers.

They talked.

First shy, eyes not meeting, smiles uncertain. Later, bolder: from religion and mind control, they moved to milk shakes and ice cream flavours and then love, that they both felt for their partners.

Two hours were over too soon, they nursed their drinks, it was five in the evening.

Eve had declined Danai’s request to spend the Saturday afternoon together, citing exhaustion.

For the rest of the drive back to Eve’s, they didn’t talk much. She drummed her fingers against the steering every time they stopped at a traffic light, Nto looked outside, taking such an interest in the buildings as they flew by.

When they got to Eve’s, she politely asked if Nto wanted anything to drink or eat, Nto simply walked over to her, pushed her against the wall and kissed her deeply.

In seconds, clothes were flying off their bodies every which way.

They fucked, for most of the evening and late into the night.

None brought up the subject of their respective partners, somethings were better left unsaid.