Spaces, faces and places
The more Fez and Embo got to know each other, the more they realized how totally different they were. Where Fez loved blue, Embo thought orange was bright and beautiful. If Embo thought commitment was essential, Fez thought it was a waste of time and …
It had been a while since Fez and wifey hit a dead end, after wallowing in misery for a good two months, Eve was determined to introduce her to new people, number one on the list had been a young thing named Thandi. Reluctantly she …
‘Tell me ladies, did any of you ever date men or was it clear for everyone at an early age what their sexual preference was?’ Angel had her elbows on the table with both cheeks cupped in her palms. They were all tipsy now and …
Roses are red, Violets are blue, When Farewells are bade, I so miss you!… Eve read the tiny card as she absentmindedly stirred her coffee. Danai had left awhile back but not before making her breakfast – scrambled eggs, done as she loved them – …
Nto left the next morning, the night before hadn’t been discussed at all. As she got ready, they talked about the mundane, made coffee, made breakfast – Eve whipped up scrambled eggs which they had with slightly burnt toast. Later, they took off Nto’s t-shirt …
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 …
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 …
‘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 …
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. …
’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 …