It is getting ridiculous on our streets and therefore I’ve decided to write about this—hoping to form allegiance with others on this issue.
For some reason, the new crop of men on our streets lack the skills and decency needed to pick up women and most of them are coming up as annoying birds.
The way some men carry themselves fits the word—harassment, and just yesterday, I nearly punched a guy in the face for all the stupid names he kept calling me, thinking those names will excite my ego.
I am a beautiful woman and I do not have a problem with men approaching men—either young or old. But my issue is with the details and the form the approach takes.
Instead of men walking to you and saying; Hello, ‘how are you’ or ‘may I have your number’, from afar; they shout; honey you look like a bomb. Worse, baby you looking hot, can I get your digits?
I do not mind if my man calls me honey, sweetheart, darling and throw any of those sweet words at me because they massage my ego but to have total strangers standing at bus stops or shouting these words from their cars upset me. Most times, I feel like punching them in the face.
Yesterday, after a long day at work while walking home, I heard several whistles behind me and instantly, I decided not to turn. This loser of a man continued with his whistling, as if I was some bird he was trying to get its attention.