No girl should walk the streets to sell her body for a living

IN OUR dreams life is as wonderful as made popular in a song by American jazz legend Louis Armstrong: "What a wonderful world". But reality often jolts us to the rude awakening that life is a permanent contest where the morality of the good and the bad never win the day without a fight.

IN OUR dreams life is as wonderful as made popular in a song by American jazz legend Louis Armstrong: "What a wonderful world". But reality often jolts us to the rude awakening that life is a permanent contest where the morality of the good and the bad never win the day without a fight.

The crescendo of voices spoiling for a fight for our lawmakers to declare prostitution as "legitimate work" is certainly not the kind of a world to be drummed into the dear little ears of our girls.

Neither should boys be drilled to the dishonour of growing into pimps and merchants that reduces their female kith and kin into sellable goods.

The truth will only hit home when brothels suddenly become part of the menu of "Take a Girl Child to Work" movement.

As for the women, who labour under the misconception that prostitution is "work", will be prone to remember the offerings of their bodily pleasures with deepest regret when every man with whom they had fleeting moments acknowledges them with gentle aloofness.

Were "sex work" to be deemed to be a legitimate occupation, Labour Minister Membathisi Mdladlana may be dragooned into extending the radius of his department's skills concern to include prostitution.

Having tasted the blood, the sex industry enthusiasts would most likely go for the jugular. The basic and higher education ministries could be petitioned to register "sex work" as a career option.

If morality is not an issue, as some of lawmakers would have us believe, then every careful step in the direction of South Africa's moral regeneration will be as pearls to swine.

In the end, if the end is reached, the priests who placed their hands on President Jacob Zuma's head, prior to the defining moment that came with the general elections of April 22, would certainly be left wondering whether or not their blessings truly went in vain, when lawmakers finally entreat him to decree "sex work" into law as the president of South Africa.

Not that the so-called sex workers do not deserve to be seen or called as God's children.

But from which Scriptures would the men and women of the cloth depend upon to confirm prostitution as having a place in divine plan to bless it as an occupation?

No normal parents, whether in the dead of the night or the daylight of their wakefulness, would shamelessly approach the bench of any judge to offer the blood, flesh and bone of their very own as treasured offerings for the prosperity of the "sex industry".

As certain as amen ends every prayer, none of those honourable members of Parliament would vote such fate for their children.

Even the 2010 soccer fans, in whose anticipation elaborate plans are afoot to cater for their sexual misdemeanours, would hate prostitution as an occupation for family members.

The unscrupulous members of the SAPS with the propensity to do as they please with prostitutes, as though children of a lesser god, would not brook the same if the reverse were to be true to their own children.

Similarly, the teachers who do not act honourably to students placed in their care should not expect Cosatu to cry rivers in their defence when caught.

For the world to be as wonderful as told in songs, no girl should walk the streets for money or sell her body for a living.

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