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A DAY IN AN AFRICAN LESBIAN’S LIFE 42

A DAY IN AN AFRICAN LESBIAN’S LIFE 42

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 

A DAY IN AN AFRICAN LESBIAN’S LIFE 41

A DAY IN AN AFRICAN LESBIAN’S LIFE 41

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 

A DAY IN AN AFRICAN LESBIAN’S LIFE 40

A DAY IN AN AFRICAN LESBIAN’S LIFE 40

‘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 

A DAY IN AN AFRICAN LESBIAN’S LIFE 39

A DAY IN AN AFRICAN LESBIAN’S LIFE 39

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 – 

A DAY IN AN AFRICAN LESBIAN’S LIFE 38

A DAY IN AN AFRICAN LESBIAN’S LIFE 38

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 

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 

Then and now

Then and now

Ummm… I didn’t think I’d speak today, but all I feel woul’d drown me if I didn’t share it. Being here – with you so lovely, the sunset… it all seems like Déjà vu. Like I’ve been here before, like I’ve dreamt and lived it, 

Consistency

Consistency

Rain, rhymes with pain That she can’t seem to feign In loss they gain Freedom, some disdain Light steps, skip paddles Were those yesterday’s cuddles? Whispering on the wind like bubbles? Now you see it, now you don’t, lost marbles? Drifting… on the breeze A 

Yesterday

Yesterday

Yesterday, I gazed at a lover’s face across mine. Juxtaposed, Emotions reflected one onto the other. Oh, I thought the cold night air was fine. As twilight dawned into dusk and further. Little lovers’ laughs trilled and trailed off into the distance. They grazed the 

A Day in an African Lesbian’s Life 4

A Day in an African Lesbian’s Life 4

There was another inbox for Eve from Nto the next day. She wanted to know where Eve was from and asked how come she had a name like that. Eve hadn’t heard from Azania in two days and wasn’t in the best of moods so