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Young men, beware of prostitutes

TUESDAY, July 26, 2016: On Monday, I saw something that etched itself on my memory. It will take me a long time to forget. I was in Kaoma that and spent night at a guesthouse. I went into the guesthouse office to get my room keys after having been out the whole day.
In the guesthouse office I found a young man, about 25 to 30 years old. He was pleading with the guesthouse officer for a condom. The officer told him that they had run out. The man was not happy with that answer and kept pleading with him for just one condom.
Finally, when the man realised that he was not winning, in frustration he said, “I am afraid.” Those were the words that got me suspicious. As I got my room keys and walked out, I saw a lady by the door holding 2 beer bottles and looking a little drunk or drugged.
So, when I got to my room I sat by my bedside and looked through the window to see the sequel. The man went past my room, looking very frustrated and anxious. A few minutes later, he returned very happy and jumped into the air with a shout of success.
He walked around briefly and then went back where he had come from. My only guess at that point was that he had gone to ask a friend if he had any condom and the friend may have given him good news. Now he had gone back to get the much wanted item.
While all this was going on, I noticed the woman with the beer bottles still waiting. A worker at the lodge went up to her and gave her some keys. He pointed her in the direction where a room was. The man with the condom showed up and they headed for the room.
I felt very sad but decided I had better things to do. So, I went for some late afternoon exercises. Soon after I returned, I saw the lady emerge from the room. She stood in the courtyard until the man also emerged. He went to the guesthouse office to return the keys.
I can only guess that he also paid the guesthouse officer some money for the use of the premises. The lady pointed at a taxi and the two of them jumped into it and disappeared into the darkness of the night. I felt sorry for the young man. He was playing with death.
This experience was a modern day replay of what we read in Proverbs 7:7–23. It says, “For at the window of my house, I have looked out through my lattice, and I have seen among the simple, I have perceived among the youths, a young man lacking sense, passing along the street near her corner, taking the road to her house in the twilight, in the evening….
“And behold, the woman meets him, dressed as a prostitute, wily of heart. She is loud and wayward; her feet do not stay at home; now in the street, now in the market, and at every corner she lies in wait.
“She seizes him and kisses him, and with bold face she says to him, ‘…Come, let us take our fill of love till morning; let us delight ourselves with love. For my husband is not at home; he has gone on a long journey; he took a bag of money with him….’
“With much seductive speech she persuades him; with her smooth talk she compels him. All at once he follows her, as an ox goes to the slaughter…till an arrow pierces its liver; as a bird rushes into a snare; he does not know that it will cost him his life.”
As I reflect on all this, I want to end with the way in which this passage ends. It ends with a warning to all of us to avoid sexual immorality, whether it is fornication or adultery, and especially to be wary of prostitutes. They have destroyed many people.
The Bible says, “O sons… be attentive to the words of my mouth. Let not your heart turn aside to her ways; do not stray into her paths, for many a victim has she laid low, and all her slain are a mighty throng. Her house is the way to hell…” (Proverbs 7:24–27).
That young man was not a victor. He was a loser. A victorious person is someone who exercises self-control. This is the victory we all need; the ability to control our appetites!
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