|Lelana’s face obscured to protect her identity|
Lelana use to be a prostitute. Her clients were the elite, high ranking members of society – Names you’d know.
Molested as a child, she describes to me another incident that probably set off her sex job: the first man she had sex with.
“In his bedroom, his brother walked past the window and he turned around and said watch, this is how you treat a woman. And I moved and he didn’t like the way I moved and he proceeded to start punching me and hitting me while he was having sex with me – and, he then put a pillow over my head and said just shut up I don’t want to see you I just want to get done.”
The incident shattered an already low self esteem: fat. ugly. unlovable, not even her first boyfriend loved her.
One-thing-after-the-other happened next: she left her Christian home, where the guilt consumed her; she started going to clubs, drinking until Monday morning came; and then she got married, and divorced.
Brokenness led her to the promise she had made to herself years before.
“I got into the thinking that it’s just a place where I’m not gonna form real relationships… It’s good money, and my heart hardened. It wasn’t a feeling of, ‘this is a glamourous job’ – because it’s not a glamourous job. And any prostitute who tells you that is either high at the time, afraid of her pimp, or has lost all sense of reasoning because there’s nothing glamourous.
There’s nothing glamourous about going through seven men a night, there’s nothing loving or caring about having sex and a man gets up and throws money at you. It makes you feel very common, very worthless because you’re just as good as the amount of money that he pays you. And you sit in a lounge area, and men walk in – women walk in, and if you’re not chosen it’s just another rejection, and you hide that rejection with drugs. It doesn’t matter where you go in the world, prostitution all over leaves women feeling guilty, because it’s not the way it’s supposed to be.”
Drugs, gangs, sex and more drugs became the order of her day. Then the occult. Again, she enjoyed the power it gave her. So intertwined that she was allocated a Demon Guardian. She was too afraid to turn off the light at night because she knew what was in her home. So intertwined, she made another promise: “I had always maintained that if I ever fell pregnant, I would contact my Satanic friends and I would induce her and abort the baby and sacrifice it to the devil.”
As your words provoke, she fell pregnant. What happened? Her daughter answers:
“My mommy was very bad and God hid me away from her so that she couldn’t harm me.”
She found out at five months and it was too late to abort. But right on time for God’s plan. Her daughter’s birth evoked a sense of pride in Lelana, a sense of belonging, and a beginning of healing from rejection. Fast forward — one year after her child’s birth, Lelana gave her heart to Christ. Prostitution ended. Drugs done. Satan, vanquished!
Today Lelana speaks at schools, churches, where ever the opportunity arises. She has gone through it all, and shares her amazing story of healing from all this and the rejection she once felt. She is beautiful, and she knows it now.