“I am taking you out”, “Yipeeeee!!!” I screamed. It would be the first time my husband would be taking me out after having our baby – my testimony, the Word of God made flesh… now that’s a story for another day. I got up quickly, dashed into the room and in 20 minutes I was done…yellow V-neck T shirt, a pair of blue Jeans, sandals and a soft facebeat.
As we drove out of the Estate, I couldn’t believe how excited I was to be going out. The car windows were wound down and I shut my eyes and smiled as I felt the night air brush against my face. We drove into the suburb (at least that’s what I like to call it) and I was amazed at how much it had changed. It had been roughly a year since I had gone out…the night was truly alive! Tall buildings had sprung up and were still springing up, the streets were well lit and people were all over the place…Wow! – so much development in such a short time or was I too bugged down with pregnancy to notice? hmmm…
My thoughts were interrupted as I noticed we were parking in front of a place I had never been to. My husband said to me “don’t panic as we walk in…don’t freak out”. I am sure by now your mind is racing as mine was at the time- “where are we? what sort of place could he be taking me to?” I calmed my thoughts and said to myself “what’s the worst thing that can happen?”. As we approached the door, I saw a man like a mosaic statue – well built, ushering us in, “welcome” he said. The room was dark with mood lights, bright enough to make out faces; the music was loud but we could still hear our voices. Then I saw girls walking all around in lingerie, some were dancing on a slightly elevated platform at the centre of the room and 2 others were pole-dancing at opposite ends of the room…then it hit me… “I am in a Strip Club”!
I sat down beside my ‘Dear’ husband, who kept mum…probably watching me and observing my every reaction, you know this type – the sweet, yet strong silent type. A well made-up, pleasant lady walked up to us and asked us what we would drink as she showed me the menu. My husband ordered a chapman and when I found my voice…I heard myself asking “what kind of cocktails do you have?” The nice lady pointed at various cocktails on the cocktail menu and then I ordered a Strawberry Daiquiri – virgin.
As we waited for our drinks, one of the dancers walked toward us and asked if we were interested in a lap dance and my husband told her we were not. We were served our drinks and for some weird reason, as I watched the girls dancing I spilled my drink on my T-shirt…yup my bright yellow T-shirt. Different thoughts raced through my mind as I saw the dancers move skillfully up and down the poles. I thought, “does he expect me to be this flexible going forward? Is this the type of body he would prefer I have in the next couple of weeks? Is he thinking about erecting a pole in our bedroom so I can entertain him in a similar fashion?” Then his gentle voice…interrupted my thoughts… “what would you say is the difference between you and these girls?” I lost my voice – trust me that doesn’t happen very often. He continued, “I think, they believed they didn’t have a choice. You are not necessarily better than they are, but at some point, probably to cater to some pressing need or the other, they must have been convinced that they didn’t have any other choice – but everybody does. Teach our daughter that God is all that she has, help her to know that God is her plan A and Plan B…her only plan. Teach her to work hard and allow God to handle that which only He can handle”.
We finished our drinks, paid and left. I left that place with empathy for the dancers, understanding people do different things for different reasons – not justifying their choices, but understanding that probably, they were never exposed to the God that I know. Then I thought about my daughter and the God who gave her to me and I prayed in my heart for grace to train her in the way that she should grow, so that when she grows, she will not depart from it. As we pulled into the driveway, I jumped out of the car, ran upstairs -straight to my baby’s room and began to pray and prophesy on my daughter- “God is all you have” I told her. “You are protected, you are preserved, you are favoured, you are wise. You can never be disadvantaged, you will love and serve God from an early age. God is your plan A and your Plan B. He is all you have.”
I called that night – Strawberry Daiquiri.