I was on my way to university, and I was in a hurry. I was looking around for an available microbus to get on, when a little boy sexually harassed me.
I ran after him, but he managed to get away.
I cried the entire way to university. I had to find him. If I didn’t, I felt I would lose all respect for myself.
I went to university and later returned to the scene of the incident. I looked around for him and eventually found him.
He ran away when he saw me and hid inside a house. I went in after him. It turned out to be his house, and when his parents asked, "What did he do to you?" I told them what happened, loud and clear.
People started to gather around the entrance of the house. “Leave”, his family ordered. “We want to speak to her alone”.
"No one is going anywhere", I said.
The crowd beat the boy up and offered me an apology.
I left, unable to process that I had walked into a strange house alone. There was a huge possibility that they would try to hurt me, but I left feeling strong and proud of myself.