I was walking down a street with two friends of mine, and a man kept following us, saying, “I want to fuck you” and do so and so to you. The kind of talk everyone’s familiar with.
One of my friends stopped walking and cussed him out. A microbus passed by at this moment, and the passengers inside looked at her in disgust.
That didn’t stop the man, however. He continued to follow us down the long street and wouldn’t be quiet.
My friend threw a rock at him.
“You bitch”, he said.
I swear to God, he continued to follow us until we decided that we had no choice but to beat him up.
There were three of us. One of my friends called out to him: “I’m sorry. Come over here; I want to tell you something”.
She then slapped him twice across the face and kicked him. Keep in mind that, I swear to God, people were passing right by us and could see what was happening.
Nobody intervened until I started hitting him.
A passing toktok driver asked us what was going on. We told him, and he came over and beat the crap out of the man.
The crowd that gathered said that it must have been our fault! All this and we were only sixteen!