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I was nodding my head to Alpha Ojini’s vigilante bop. It was a coping mechanism, a push tobrace myself while I stood on the long and scattered queue that was nowhere close to moving. It was a distraction from the men that deemed it fit to toast me at a crucial time like this. I watched how their eyes accessed my loose jeans and fitted top as I walked to the queue. It made me wonder what motive...