…On my way back from lunch with a friend.
I, wearing jeans and a red shirt with a long grey cardigan on top; her, in a long skirt, long-sleeved top and scarf on her head.
The rickshaw dropped us off by the office. Across the street, a large truck was parked, with two police officers standing beside it, talking to a young woman dressed not unlike myself; Jeans, white round-neck top, black cardigan. While one officer was “loading” a sit shai (tea lady) dressed in a tobe (traditional garment Sudanese women wear) onto the truck, the other was having a somewhat heated conversation with the young lady in jeans, pointing at her top, gesticulating that her pants were tight, that her top was too low-cut.
I watched along with my friend, stunned, wondering why the sit shai was being arrested if the issue was attire. My friend turns to me…
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