Fresh out of college eager to explore the working world although employment was familiar to me. This would not be an experiment. Myself and mother had been apartment hunting for months. We found a little place not too far from out of town or from the seaside. So first thing first, get the apartment.
The apartment was small but just enough for me. I had a kitchen and sitting room, bathroom, bedroom with a little extension as the balcony. Remember to come over for dinner and church on a Sunday, and don’t forget to wash your hair every two weeks. You must always have some clothes ironed, sunglasses are made to protect your eyes and a scarf to keep your curls, remember appearance is everything. She was a classy woman. I don’t desire to be ungrateful, my mother has done everything for me for as long as I could remember but I needed to become my person to see myself, feel myself and be myself.
The second task, my first day on the job. Everyone seemed so welcoming. I had been there for two months when one of the senior employees would pop up in the evenings while I would complete my evening task. Out of curiosity, I wondered to myself if management had sent him. On the eve of thanksgiving he popped up in the office but this time was scary as he was directly behind me as I took a drink from the cooler. Frightened! the bottle fell “don’t be afraid I would hurt you”. In less than 5 seconds his tongue was down my throat as I fought him off, the man fought back as if it was his right.
Was I at fault for leading this man on? Am I too pleasant? What will happen when I report this? Never spoken to him more than ” hi, good evening”. I know this was harassment more so sexual harassment. What the hell him tongue would have any business down me throat? The complaint made, investigation launched like a search party. Take who’s word for it, waves of laughter. Innocent until proven guilty and better to be safe rather than sorry. Believe it or not, we are not safe in this world.
Sylvia Wynter's Dream 
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