Today a young man in his early twenties decide to press my bottom taking advantage of the moderate rush in the bus while getting down. I stare at him, and he has an infernal smile playing on his lips. I get down and he does it again. The touching. I walk away deciding getting harassed is the lot of the women anyway muttering Oedipus under my breath. A few minutes later I see he is close on my heels and with that smile in his lips that tells me see I touched your butt and you can’t do naught. So I stop and point my finger at his face and say ‘So you touched me there, Oedipus.. Oedipus’ He is taken aback. ‘Do you know what Oedipus did, you Oedipus?’ and he stammers a ‘what?’. I walk away my head held high and laughing to myself.

The next intersection I had to wait for some minutes, but he still hadn’t caught up with that short distance. In fact he barely moved from where I left him wondering what it is he is supposed to do.