The flat-viewing I was returning from was unsuccessful. It sounded like this Nigerian man I had called to see about the extra room he was renting preferred 'white girls because they are very respectful'. I am angry and hungry from not eating since morning. It is 3pm already.
Brunch.
The restaurant carries a scant supply of hungry midday eaters. I have just settled in on the window-seat-with-the-view to munch. The pretty girl I had the small talk with comes to seat beside me with her order.
Do you have a girlfriend? She asks, almost shyly.
A girlfriend? I heard her clearly but I repeated the question to be sure.
I mean, are you seeing someone? She asked this time.
I wasn't wrong to ask her to clarify. This postgraduate Kurdish girl I had met at this Burger King while ordering for a beef burger, fries and coffee thinks I prefer women. I was on the phone with Des the entire time I stood in line to order. She must have heard me end the call with 'I love you too'. How she reckons I was talking to another woman, I do not know.
I prefer men, I answer after a long pause.
Oh right! My mistake, she says and asks where I bought my boots from. I tell her they where Roberto Vianni's and returned to my food. I am strangely full now.
Home.
I am thinking about lesbian relationships, transgender people and what makes them decide they did not sexually prefer the opposite gender. Was it bad sexual encounters? Was it only the medical/ spiritual explanation that everyone gives to justify or oppose the gay debate?
I am looking at the photos I took after she left and I am thinking; Tutma! You look awfully masculine today. It is probably the hair or maybe the no makeup look I am wearing today.
The hair... No thanks to all the African male students in Aberdeen who have all decided to be Soyinka's by rocking clean Afros. Now even women think I am gay!
19/8/2014
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