Dressing For Danger

By Kye Makyeli

I had forgotten what it felt like to constantly look over both shoulders as I walk down the street. I had forgotten that I had to scrutinize my clothing to avoid “sending the wrong message.” As soon as I resumed my nightly outing routine (after a short hiatus) it didn’t take long for me to remember.

It started with the staring. No permission is necessary as some men take it upon themselves to vigorously eye women up and down. Those unwanted eyes seem to grow hands, and you can feel the waves of discomfort roll across your body.

Maybe it’s me.

Something in the way I climb off the back of a boda boda, or in the way my ample bosom bounces as I walk signals that I would like to be violated by the male eye.  Of course I have suffered at the hand of numerous “my size!” calls.

It did’t end with the staring, but I really wish it did. When a couple of friends took me to a bar to celebrate my new job, I tried to do everything right. We traveled in a group, we didn’t wear anything too suggestive, and we parked as close to our destination as possible.

I’ll admit I was already on edge. I had been showered with pity or comments like, “You should just get over it. This is the way it is.” Something really may be wrong with me. I recalled a scenario where a young lady was mobbed by a throng of men in the Old Taxi Park and undressed because her dress/skirt was “too fitted.” These men were so offended by her outfit that they preferred to see her naked. The hypocrisy of our “conservative” African culture!

We had almost made it through the night scot-free, but as I was exiting the bar, one man decided to rub his hand down the entire front of my body. He looked at me and said, “I know you like that.” It was as if every word that I had ever known had taken a vacation from my memory. I stood there staring back at him, saying nothing and feeling small. He walked away. Very anti-climatic, I know. If you are asking what I wore to provoke him, I had on a loose-fitting, white-buttoned collared shirt. (Of course you didn’t ask, but now I feel the need to analyze my role in the interaction).

It went from bad to worse. We hurriedly tried to make it home, but trouble caught up to us yet again. Less than three minutes from the car, we were approached by two young men who were clearly intoxicated. They began to scream at us because we didn’t speak to them. Obviously we didn’t learn the ‘speaking’ lesson fast enough, because they began throwing beer cans and chanting the chorus to a popular, but annoying, Rich Homie Quan song. We walked/ran the rest of the way to the car. I knew there was no need in saying anything then, what could be said?

My friend told me I should take it as a compliment. She assured me that I had just forgotten that some men act that way when they find women attractive. “It’s not like we are women in danger,” she continued. “Boko Haram is killing and raping women and girls in Nigeria. You just got a beer can.”

She was right. Furthermore, a beer can is a far cry from rape or death. Still, I just…wonder.

I wonder whether our quiet acceptance of sexual harassment has caused the problem to balloon. I wonder what men say to their friends who physically harass women in bars and clubs. I wonder whether our silence is an indicator of why our silence is deafening.

Many people read articles like these demanding for a great solution when they come to the end. I apologize in advance for disappointing you.

I do, however, know some things that would make me feel as if my female organs did not relegate my humanity:

• No means no. Stop means stop.

• If you will not speak, then look away. There is a clear distinction between looking and violating. You may be shy or you may not want to talk. However, please don’t forget that the mind comes before the body. If you have no intention to engage a woman further, do not violate her by taking in every inch of her body.

• There is no need to verbally or physically assault a woman to get her attention. Try conversation. A simple “Hello, how are you?” or “Have a good day” would suffice.

• Sexual innuendos are unnecessary. Whenever you see a woman who looks nice, just tell her. How about, “You look beautiful” (P.S. she’ll likely say thanks).

I find it hard to convince myself that sexual harassment is just “the way it is”. Instead, I’d like to believe that when we stop telling victims of sexual harassment to “just calm down” our social landscape would look much different. I’d like to believe that we should confront or even report perpetrators of sexual harassment. Maybe it is just me, but I fervently pray that I’m not alone.

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3 Comments

  1. Thank you for this. Everytime I pass by a group of men, builders, boda boda men, just a bunch of guys just seated somewhere, something in me begins to shrink, I even find myself cringing. When I don’t hear the usually ‘my size’ ‘portable’ ‘bebi’, I have mini celebration in my mind. But must we live like this.
    That incident where the lady was undressed in the Old Taxi Park frightened me. I haven’t been to the park in ages since we all learnt about that chaos. If they felt she was indecent, wouldn’t it have made more sense to throw a large sheet over her instead. I just hope our daughters never have to go through this.

  2. “You should take it as a compliment”?? Well that’s a first. People are so ready to blame ‘indecent clothing’ as an invitation to sexual harassment and that women are just getting what they asked for; however I have been wearing hijab for 17 years and counting and yet still suffer from different forms of this, in different places and in different forms. And the worst part is that we end up on the defensive side, almost apologizing for being in this situation in the first place. Just despicable.

  3. I grew up wearing like boys for a chance to be invisible to men. But it didn’t matter. There is nothing about the dress! Really nothing. For a long time I thought men were savages and controlled by what is under their pants. How can you explain the incident of the Old Taxi Park to little girls? How can you explain that we should be thankful that they touched our breasts or buttocks and not violated us! Your article should be shared!! May we start the conversation one day.

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