Dear Mr Catcaller…

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By: Namatama Theresa Katanekwa

 

Dear Mr. Catcaller, here we are again.

The cat and mouse game called “female just trying to take a goddamn jog”

or as you understand it:

grab or ogle some ass, sexualize, and objectify.

 

But really Mr. Catcaller,

all I ask is WHY?

“HEY BABY! LOOK AT THAT ASS”

“I COULD FINISH YOU IN MY BED TONIGHT”

“LOOK AT THAT BODY. COME OVER I SHOW YOU WHAT I CAN DO”

“EY! MAMI! WHAT’S YOUR NAME? MY GOD THAT BODY”

“COME HERE I GOT SOMETHING TO SHOW YOU!”

“FOOLISH GIRL. ARE YOU TRYING TO IGNORE ME? OR MAYBE YOU’RE DEAF AND DUMB… EVEN BETTER: SHE CAN’T SCREAM”

“DAMN!”

“YOU DON’T NEED TO RUN. YOU’LL LOSE THAT SEXY BODY”

 

Dear Mr Catcaller, what do you honestly expect me to say?

Thank you. **bats eyelashes** You really made my day?

I mean hey, I really just came here to exercise and go about my way.

But what’s a little sexual harassment along the way?

What a perfect way to start or end my day.

 

I’m appalled.

I’m scared.

I’m disgusted.

I complain.

 

They say: “maybe it’s the way you’re dressed. That’s what made him act that way”.

Because, oh yes!

I forgot.

As a woman I’m accountable for my being harassed,

while you get off on a metaphorical parole because as a man, you have desires that you just can’t control?

Forcing me to wear a big hoodie in the Zambian heat of September.

 

Dear Mr Catcaller, please remember:

your misogynistic sexually objectifying comments only depict what you really are.

A predatory fool.

A victimizing coward.

I mean really all I want to jog, but it seems in order to do so I might have to fight you.

In all honesty,

with all the obscene vile comments you hurl my way I should have the right to.

But I don’t.

So I ignore.

You persist.

I ignore.

You persist.

Because let’s not forget that society and culture depict:

if she says no, c’mon brother it only means she wants you more.

Playing hard to get.

 

Dear Mr Catcaller, your victimization isn’t so easy for me to get over and forget.

Self-conscious and overly aware of your disgustingly overly aggressive state.

Your words they violate me in ways I cannot even begin to describe.

Because as much as I ignore, trust me Mr Catcaller,

your words?

They’ll replay in my mind tonight.

But I’m a woman.

It’s to be expected.

And like you say…

It’s only a compliment right?

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