We Need Protectors and Not Perpetrators

As a woman living in South Africa, I have to be grateful for every day I remain alive. I have to be thankful to survive another day in South Africa; where any day I could be next,next to be a headline or hashtag. Next to be mourned or missing. It could happen any day and anywhere. It could happen in an Uber, it could happen at a party, it could happen at home, it could happen in a post office. The frustrating part is that I’m responsible for my safety. I’m the one who has to make sure I make the Uber driver aware that I’ve shared his information and my ride with multiple friends. I need to make sure my dress doesn’t invite any unwanted attention. I’m the one who has to be wary of men in post offices.