Tag: African queer stories

A DAY IN AN AFRICAN LESBIAN’S LIFE 36

A DAY IN AN AFRICAN LESBIAN’S LIFE 36

For Eve the dynamics of their relationships had changed irrevocably. She could not give as freely as before and found herself pushing the bile of resentment down, forcefully willing it away without much success. She had presumed them to be on the same footing and 

A DAY IN AN AFRICAN LESBIAN’S LIFE 35

A DAY IN AN AFRICAN LESBIAN’S LIFE 35

‘It’s open,’ Eve shouted from the bathroom at Danai’s persistent knocking. ‘In here…’ She shouted when she heard Danai’s footsteps in the mini kitchen, ‘lock the door after you yea?’ ‘OK…’ Danai said, only loud enough for no one in particular. She pushed the door 

A DAY IN AN AFRICAN LESBIAN’S LIFE 34

A DAY IN AN AFRICAN LESBIAN’S LIFE 34

Eve saw Danai’s incoming call while she slowly pushed a trolley through the Checkers, she was in the mood for a nice steak, some salad and a huge bottle of wine to wash it all down and keep running even when her throat was clean. 

A DAY IN AN AFRICAN LESBIAN’S LIFE 33

A DAY IN AN AFRICAN LESBIAN’S LIFE 33

’What do I do wrong?’ Eve typed rapidly. ‘I don’t want to read that kinda talk,’ Fez threw back. ‘It must be me, it can’t be everyone else…’ she was stuck in her self pity. ‘You just haven’t met the right one,’ Fez tried to 

A DAY IN AN AFRICAN LESBIAN’S LIFE 32

A DAY IN AN AFRICAN LESBIAN’S LIFE 32

Eve lay alone in bed for the third night that week, Danai had finally come out with it. ‘You OK?’ Eve had asked as Tozama was busy cracking them up with tales of an impossible client at work. Everyone had seemed to enjoy themselves except 

A DAY IN AN AFRICAN LESBIAN’S LIFE 30

A DAY IN AN AFRICAN LESBIAN’S LIFE 30

‘I love you,’ Eve said matter-of-factly, they stood side by side doing dishes at the sink. Danai dried as Eve washed. ‘I love you,’ she repeated when Danai only looked at her stupefied, she did not turn to look at her. ‘Funny how one never 

A DAY IN AN AFRICAN LESBIAN’S LIFE 22

A DAY IN AN AFRICAN LESBIAN’S LIFE 22

They both changed into their skates. Eve had dragged a protesting Danai to the Festival mall rink, her cries of being unable to skate falling on deaf ears. ‘There is a first time for everything,’ Eve had told her sternly, ‘you can’t live forever in 

A DAY IN AN AFRICAN LESBIAN’S LIFE 21

A DAY IN AN AFRICAN LESBIAN’S LIFE 21

Eve’s sister, Aya, invited her for dinner Friday night, hinting on the fact that she had a few friends over for her to meet. Eve knew from past experience that when Aya used that tone of voice, she in most cases was trying to hook 

A DAY IN AN AFRICAN LESBIAN’S LIFE 20

A DAY IN AN AFRICAN LESBIAN’S LIFE 20

They met at the Open Closet party in Melville. Danai looked stunning, Eve checked her out again from the corner of her eye, taking in her shabby afro, long legs in tights and cleavage all in one swift look. ‘She looks good,’ she thought to 

A DAY IN AN AFRICAN LESBIAN’S LIFE 19

A DAY IN AN AFRICAN LESBIAN’S LIFE 19

Eve was surprised to find Azania breaking up with her didn’t leave her as sad as she initially thought it would, perhaps she had sub-consciously known it wasn’t going to last. She found herself somewhat glad that it was over. On reaching home, she had