How I Made Random Men On The Street Uncomfortable

Stephanie C. Odili
Aug 31, 2019 · 3 min read
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I and many other women and girls are terrified of walking on the street at all times of the day. There’s the danger of being assaulted, catcalled, raped, attacked and even killed. We’re exposed to stare down from men, exposed to illicit things such as men disgustingly and arrogantly peeing on the road and yet we’re the ones insulted and harassed for bringing out our breasts to feed our children in public. I’d had enough of it and decided to give men a taste of their own medicine. And I must say, it’s one of the most fulfilling things I’ve ever done.

A week after this resolution, I was driving home from work alone, and in my usual fashion, I was scared and wary of being attacked. Luckily for me and unluckily for him, a man approached my window, with confidence. I don’t know where the courage came from, but as he did, I rose up my pepper spray and shook it hard, ready to spray on this MFer’s face.

I watched as he began to retreat and feigned answering a phone call. The man who was aggressively coming to instill fear in me had left in fear as I, the woman, thought to be weak, was about to flare up at him. Watching him briskly walk away was enthralling.

Five minutes later, I had taken a left turn and was about to drive ahead when I noticed a man pull out his penis while maintaining eye contact with me. He’d expected me to look away, as they always do. He'd expected me to be ashamed of looking at a naked man who was about to pee and drive on like the well-trained woman I should’ve been. Normally, I would have. I’d have walked away and cursed under my breath. But that day, I pressed my brakes and watched him pee. I stared into his eyes, then his penis, then his eyes, then his penis again. It wasn't up to 10 seconds when he started trying to shift and turn away from me. He was evidently uncomfortable. He couldn't take it anymore and so, he yelled out in pidgin English ‘Madam no dey look me na, which kain thing be this?’ (Madam, stop looking at me, what sort of thing is this?). I laughed at him so loudly as I drove away. The fear in his eyes and the sound of his quaking voice was orgasmic.

Finally, as I just finished parking my car at home and alighting from the car, I noticed a neighbor approach me. It was 9 pm and I wondered what he wanted to say to me at the time. I resolved within myself to just say hi and walk into my house. But I remembered, I had made two men uncomfortable tonight by serving them a meal they’re often used to giving not receiving. So, this guy shouldn't be any different. Unfortunately for him, this man started walking in front of me to block me. He knew he was in my way and he knew I’d either have to wait for him or I’ll plead to be excused. I wasn't having any of such that night. So I shouted immediately ‘Why are you cornering me? Do you want to rape me’? As I said that, he was so ashamed, and walked away quickly and quietly.

I entered into my room, excited that I had made three men on the street uncomfortable and not the other way round. I was pleased knowing that they wouldn't intimidate any woman that night due to shock and fear.

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