When I was younger, I had a deep fear for going to the market because I was traumatized from being dragged by market men.
“Fine girl” “my colour” “nwanyi oma” they would call out to me, asking me to buy from them while taking advantage of the opportunity to grab my arm. One time one of them gripped so hard and wouldn’t let go.
I remember I would feel so dirty and would flinch when anyone came too close to me.
Now I’m older, it still happens but I’m more assertive now. I yell and curse at them when they try to touch me. I feel they should all be arrested for harassment lol.



























