If I start talking about my catcall story and how much I’ve suffered in the hands of Lagos men, you wouldn’t believe it.

When I moved to Lagos as a slaying hijabi, I just assumed people would have sense in Lagos.. I was wrong.

One evening, I was jejely going home after a typical stressful Lagos day…

I was trying to board a keke when some annoying boys started whistling at me like…

I never hexperred it, my reaction was just:

When their wahala started getting too much, I quickly went to take the fastest Okada to my house.

We got to a traffic light and that’s how one small conductor boy started winking at me like…

See my life, is this one mad?

To God be the glory, I got to Yaba busstop safely after raining curses on the conductor. But it didn’t end there…

The traders at Yaba were waiting there like…

But as a sharp girl, I tried to form street…

But my bad guy face didn’t move boys, one of them tried to grab my waist like…

The first thing I said was…

Instead of him to leave me alone, he started calling me bend-bend leg…

On top my own body again…

He insulted me till I walked out of the street…

Some of these Lagos men don’t have sense sha. Please go and find your home training!

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