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 be patient with her.

‘I wanted Danai to be the right one,’ she wrote,sending a sad emoji and knowing she was being childish.

‘Lol, you can’t force these things love, it either is or it isn’t,’ Fez had to shake her head, Eve could be so stubborn.

‘Well I’m tired of always falling for the wrong ones! I want a fairy tale ending before I’m too old to enjoy it,’ she shifted angrily onto her side, the TV droned on unwatched.

‘Relax, the experience will come in handy when you finally meet the right one you’ll know,’ Fez could understand Eve’s frustration, she had been there too many times before she met wifey. Constant dead ends had almost led her to a playgirl lifestyle until wifey came in like a beam of light and rescued her, she knew Eve would meet someone right too but these things took time.

‘So what happened this time?’

Eve took a deep breath and shifted onto her other side on the couch.

‘I’d most definitely tell you if I knew!’

‘What is that supposed to mean?’

‘It means I don’t know, I thought we were doing OK, apparently that wasn’t the case…’

‘So you two are over?’ Fez was confused.

‘ It so happens that I don’t know the answer to that one either!’ Eve felt so much resentment towards Danai for complicating her life this way.

‘Trust you to get yourself into a rut like that…’ Fez couldn’t help but tease.

‘Eish, I don’t know how I do it friend, but I’m damn good at it,’ they both chuckled at that, trying to lighten the conversation.