Something crazy happened to me today. I wanted to get pepper from the third street to mine. I had loosened my hair, so I tied a scarf, wore a church vest, and a long skirt. I wanted to look as shabby as possible because area boys do parade my street, and I didn’t want any attention. A few minutes’ walk to get there, I passed a chemist shop. There were many louts seated there, chattering and drinking. I was scared at first, but since I was walking in the opposite direction, I didn’t panic. A couple of seconds later, one of them stood up and started walking behind me.
He was a few steps behind, so I was minding my business. When I got to the place, he came there too and asked for something they didn’t have. After buying what I needed and taking my leave, he followed me and started catcalling. I didn’t answer, hoping he’d leave me alone and turn back. He asked if I didn’t want to talk; I nodded upwards, signaling yes. He got more aggressive and fastened his pace. I was really frightened at this point.
Then, to make matters worse, he started tapping my shoulders. I screamed, and all the shop owners started peeping from their kiosks. There was no one walking by then, so only the shop owners were around. He saw their gaze and decided to turn back, but not before giving me a terrible look. Because of him, I had to pass a farther route to my house to prevent his cohorts from waylaying me again. Why can’t men just leave us alone if we aren’t responding? My afternoon got fucked up.
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