It must be hell to be harassed by the following whites: "the gaatjie (conductor), fellow commuters and if I’m unfortunate enough to sit in the front, by the taxi driver. Upon my arrival at the Cape Town Station, harassment is rife from traffic cops, vendors, taxi drivers, the owners of shops. On my walk I can expect to be catcalled, grabbed by vendors, homeless people, policemen, government officials as I walk past Parliament and sometimes even school children join in. I can wear tight jeans, a lose dashiki, a pant-suit, gym clothes. It does not matter, sexual harassment is an everyday, every minute facet of life in South Africa. I am constantly reminded that as a black woman, my existence is fragile, my dignity as elusive as ever."