A DAY IN AN AFRICAN LESBIAN’S LIFE 50
Eve knocked on Nto’s little bachelorette flat and stood impatiently tapping her foot.
It was 2pm in the afternoon and she had decided to waste her much appreciated time and sort the issue with Nto out.
She had a day off and would have loved to stay home, sip on a dry rose in thick socks, a warm blanket and music.
It was getting colder by the minute, by the looks of things the coming winter would be hectic.
Nto opened the door in a flimsy negligee and a smile.
‘Hey you,’ she said cheerfully.
Eve ignored her and stepped around her into the warm exterior, it was threatening to rain.
‘The weather is beautiful, isn’t it?’ she said, following Eve inside, seemingly unaffected by the rude gesture.
Eve grunted a reply and stood in the tiny lounge.
‘What is it Nto?’ she tried to look into the woman’s eyes and understand what was driving this engine.
‘Would you like some wine?’ Nto offered, ignoring her question, ‘I have a Chenin Blanc Orange River Cellars nicely chilled….it’s cheap but so accommodating to the palate.’
‘Stop beating about the bush and tell me why am here Nto.’
‘OK, be like that,’ just then she slipped her little negligee off, ‘I want you…’
Slowly she walked to Eve, a sweet little smile playing on her lips, but also an almost childlike fear in her eyes.
Eve sighed, ‘don’t do this Nto… please.’
‘I love you Eve, I don’t know how it happened…you are all I think about.’
‘But you knew about Danai, you knew nothing serious could happen between us.’
‘I guess my heart wasn’t listening…’
‘I can’t do this Nto, we might have had our differences with Danai but I love her and she’s the one I want to be with, I thought you understood that.’
‘I can’t just not feel, what am I supposed to do about all these feelings? You played with my feelings, made me think you felt the same way,’ tears were now trickling her cheeks. Relentlessly, they fell quicker and quicker.
‘Please don’t cry… I’m sorry, I just thought we both understood what was going on…’
‘Please make love to me…’ she had crossed the distance between them and now held Eve’s arm pitifully.
Eve felt as trapped as a mouse in a cage.