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Hey dirty ol' man, I'm not your sex toy!



Reading Alice’s story last Friday reminded me of mine. For some reason I had shoved this story somewhere deep into my subconscious.

About a year ago, I was to spend the weekend at my best friend’s place at Lashibi so I stood at a particular spot while waiting for her to pick me up. A man in a Toyota pick-up stopped right in front of me and beckoned me closer. It was around 7pm.

We both exchanged pleasantries and he offered to give me a ride, but I declined and thanked him. He then asked for my number which I refused to give, but he was adamant. 

He went on to tell me how beautiful my shape was and how smooth my dark skin was and that he would wanted to take me somewhere and “play romance” with me or possibly have phone sex with me if I wouldn’t go with him. 

All that while, he had this stupid grin on his face that probably to him, was charming. Boy was I mad! If I had had my dinner then, I probably would have heaved it on him. 

I still don’t know why I stood to listen to this crap, but I remember walking off in a fit of rage, ranting like a mad woman. 

How could some men be so uncouth? So you see a young woman by the roadside and you just want to believe I am in that mood for a good time with an apparent dirty old man.

My skin still crawls at the memory of it. Oh shucks!

Nana Esi, Accra
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  1. Unknown24 November 2015 at 21:18

    Sorry for the experience, A few days ago, a friend offered me sex in my FB inbox, I couldn't believe it. I sent my friends a screenshot of the conversation horrified hoping I was overreacting and reading too much into what he was implying. It was like through the inbox this man, this new friend had reached and touched me with dirty hands, I felt defiled and hurt. I still can't get over how and when this became acceptable. When we became sex toys for me.

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    1. Sista Clinik1 December 2015 at 05:09

      This facebook thing has been happening for a while now. You were certainly not overreacting.
      Sex has become so easy, most men act as if every woman they meet want same.
      This is not right and we should not keep quiet about it.
      Thanks for reading and we hope to see you here always.

      Regards,
      Sista

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