The girl walked past. The taxi was parked. The driver brought out his hand, and tapped her ass.
She looked back in horror. Other taxi drivers giggled. She walked away. Her steps quickened by anger and helplessness.
In the orderliness of the nation’s capital and the nearness of all forms of religious censorships, these street violations of women and girls happen, and happen casually.
The other it was Lagos.
The girl and her friends crossed a wide road that shouldnt be crossed on foot. But it was okay, everything was stagnant. They meandered between horns and cars on the side lane. The traffic jam was impossible. They had just got out of the melee when they passed by a cluster buses.
Many eyes were on them.
But it was one bus driver who stretched out his hand and touched the girl’s nipple.
The girl screamed . The girls scampered. Then they turned and turned curses on him with their outspread fingers. The bus was full. No one in the bus seemed outraged. Other bus drivers laughed. I drove close and gave him my own double handed ‘uwa ka’ .
He called me a fool and told me to get away.
Nothing else happened .
The pinching of nipples and asses will continue. It’s a slow march to India.
