We also have perverts I prefer to call ‘Elbow perverts’. These types prefer to use their elbows to susceptibly touch babes’ boobs. I mean babes who are unfortunate to sit beside them in buses.
Just watch out for them!
They either want to bring out money or phones from their pockets once they are inside the bus. Even while some repeatedly apologise, their elbows will still keep brushing the babe’s breasts.
I don’t understand such men!
I’ve seen a good number of men who bring out money from their pockets before boarding buses.
Yeah, some elbows on boobs may not be intentional, but believe me, many are!
Look at it from my point: you know damn well you’ll pay the conductor, why wait until you board the bus?
And must you ping and chat using your phone while in the bus?
Anyway sisters! Just watch out for those crazy elbows on your boobs.
We have ‘waka pass perverts.’ You’ll find such idiots at busy areas like bus stops, markets and other places.
They pretend they want to walk pass/by you, but will do anything and everything to ensure their body, arm or shoulder touches your boobs.
Don’t ask please!
I don’t know or understand the perverse pleasure such weirdoes derive from such contacts.
We have the ‘direct touch perverts’. This group is the worst set of perverts.
They hit your boobs in broad daylight and would even smirk into your shock face, daring you! They want to know what you’d do about it.
The truth is that most ladies would rather keep mute in such situation, than draw attention their way.
Part of those who belong to this group are bus conductors. Once their buses are on motion, they’ll hit the babe’s breasts, while hanging in the usual manner conductors used to hang: on doorway of buses. The recipient of such attack would be a lady on the pedestrian walk way.
Yeah, sadly, it has happened to yours sincerely. A stupid conductor slapped my boobs just as his bus drove past me. I was too shocked to say anything.
The drama was witnessed by the world. My skin crawled and I felt like puking.
I gave him the ‘you’re mad sign.’ He only threw back his head and laughed as the bus faded out of sight.
Anytime I recall that incident, I get mad.
Thunder go fire that conductor!
Some incidents are just too horrible and simply leave scars. You deal with them and move on with your life, but you don’t forget. The cuts are too deep.
Another of such incident happened to me at Oshodi. But this time it was not a conductor.
What did you say? I beg your pardon? Oh, yeah? Really!
She said that she knew the story I was going to tell, that I had told it before.
Does that mean I shouldn’t share it again?
Abeg ojare! Nothing dey happen!
I particularly love this story and how it ended, notwithstanding that the guy grabbed my boobs.
The very act made me livid.
He was a dirty member of the National Union of Road Transport Workers.
He laughed and laughed after he grabbed my boobs at Oshodi Oke. I was heading to the office.
He watched me battle and bottle my futile anger.
Short of wresting him to the ground, there was little or nothing I could do. I was just a short woman and the guy looked like he spent his waking and sleeping hours inside a gym.
I could take the conductor shit because I knew no better, but heck, I didn’t have to take such trash from the dirty NURTW guy.
I now had a university degree and to cap it all, I’m a Crime Reporter. I headed for the nearest police station.
The Divisional Police Officer was a friend.
I narrated my ordeal.
Needless to say, within minutes, Oshodi-Oke was crawling with policemen.
I marched on to identify the pervert. The idiot saw us even before we reached him.
He took off like a bullet, while police chased him. The policemen hadn’t a million chance of catching him. God! The guy was fit. He was like the wind.
The police had already identified him. They promised me they would get him.
Before we got to the police station, it was already filled with several men. Apparently, they were ‘ogas’ to the NURTW members at Oshodi-Oke.
They wanted to know why the police were after one of their boys. When the DPO explained, they screeched in disgust. They flopped on the ground like agama lizard – yeah, on their stomach – and started asking for my forgiveness.
I was feeling like Queen Sheba. I said no, just to make them beg harder and make all sorts of entreaties.
They did.
I told them to go in peace.
But whether the idiot is still at it or had stopped is what I don’t know. Such perverts hardly stop. They’re like cursed people.
Let’s not forget babes’ who are perverts! The ones who want men to suckle their boobs in buses….or knead their nipples. Men they had never met before that day….
To be continued.
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