Let go of my hand!
I had read and listened to stories of how older men, mostly married harass young women and girls in my country. But I never imaged an old man, thirsty or more years than me sink so low as to want to have an affair with me.
The weather outside was cold, and windy, I had a plan laid down for the day and because a taxi seemed expensive to use, I would rather walk where am able le and get on a minibus where it was a bit far.
I wore my black jacket, a long skirt and covered shoes though not very warm, at least, I was kept from freezing.
Hiking cars is never on my agenda and I find it strange to ask for transport, not because of pride but because of the many mystery stories my friends tell. As I hurried on my way behind the civic center, a white van stopped besides me. “Hey, where you are going?” I heard a hoarse voice asking?” I turned my head to see who it was and in it was an old man about the age of my father. The respect I have for elderly people made me turn and answer the stranger’s questions. He seemed a matured respectable man; I never hesitated to accept the lift.
I felt relieved as my walk was shortened. I sat next to the old man in the front sit.But as he drove, one of his hands held mine and he started caressing it.
I couldn’t believe my eyes; I got so scared but had the strength to tell him to leave my right hand. He let go of my hand but as if this was not enough, he got hold of it again forcefully and this time telling me, soon I would enjoy this. I got furious and said NO! am not that kind of girl, let go of me, Deep inside I was dead scared, and when I looked outside the car to see where we were, It was not the direction I was heading to. As the car stopped on the roundabout, I tried to open it and get out but the door was locked. I told him to drop me off. He saw the fire in my eyes, I was so angry, he quickly made a turn and dropped me!
NO! is a powerful word and helped me from the unknown.