An hour ago I was walking home after buying fruits and I heard one of these roadside touts hail me “baby” from where he was seated. A short guy.
He was seated with three other guys. I just kept moving without turning to stare.
As though his companions had challenge him, he suddenly grabbed my left wrist and said, “Baby I’m calling you now.”, knocking my bag of fruits down.
Reflex action? Anger? I honestly don’t know but I raised my right hand and my palm landed on his face with force. What people refer to as a dirty slap.
I feared for the worst despite my feel-good feeling because I never meant to hit him and I thought I was going to get attacked by his companions but the events took a surprising twist. His companions cheered me for slapping him and they dared the guy to lay a finger on me but he walked away saying I should be lucky he likes me else he would have scattered my head.
The deeply worrying thing about street harassment is the people who do this are not trying to date their victims because I could stop to cooperate and they’ll have nothing to say. It’s just a stupid way of exerting their dominance over the opposite sex. Why can’t we all mind our businesses on the streets?
I shouldn’t be afraid to walk past a group of jobless boys. I should walk in and out of markets without the fear of being groping, without exiting with a sore wrist, without someone trying to touch a private area of my body.
Safe tonight again but what about tomorrow?