You remember I told you I work in advertising right? Some days back I was in Cape Town to shoot a few commercials for a client. I dare not start on how beautiful the city is, lest this turns into a travel blog. Anyways so my colleague and I went down to the Waterfront Mall, which is…well which is what a mall is actually supposed to be like. I lost like 5 kilos walking from entrance 1 to 3!
There were countless food outlets and I didn’t want to waste stomach space so I asked Google to help me out with the best steak joints around, there was one downstairs to my right. The menu was artistically pasted on a board where they had even explained how they let the meat stay on the carcass for 3 days and then marinated it for 28 days. Myyyy goodness! I thought “They started preparing my lunch last month!” With such a reputation, location, ventilation, matriculation (now I’m just fooling here,lol) the PRICE was to be expected.
The vogue model manageress directed us to a table; she could have pointed to a hot stove and I’d have sat on it before gaining consciousness. A tall stocky white man smartly dressed in a white shirt, black trouser and white apron came to us. “Hello, my name is Peter and I’ll be attending to you today.” Dasryyyyytttt. He sprawled out the menus, not knowing that we’d done all the maths and cost-benefit analysis before deciding to sit.
“We know what we want already.” I said
“Oh good.” He whisked out a small notepad, ready to scribble away
“I’d like a t-bone.”
“Good choice sir. How would you like it?”
“Well done please, with lots of pepper.”
“And what would you like it with; rice, fries, salad or sweet potatoes?”
“Is that complementary?”
“No sir, there’s a separate charge for it.”
“I see. Hmmm…maybe rice then.”
“Excellent. What sauce would you like it with?”
“Is that complimentary?”
“No sir, there’s a separate charge for it.”
“Cant I just have the rice and the peppery steak?”
“Well, I’m not sure sir.”
My mind was like ‘hollup hollup hollup! Wharrisdis?’ I started to wonder if even the chair had a separate charge.
“You know, the t-bone is just fine.”
My colleague went through the same routine and we decided to get a plate of caesar salad to share.
“Shall I bring you some bread then?” He asked before scooting off “That is complimentary.”
“Sure!” I blurted. He left smiling and returned shortly with what turned out to be
bread a memorable experience. My goodness! What a bread. What a brodo! It was warm, soft, buttery with a refined cake texture. It came with premium butter and sausage tomato sauce.
‘Na s3 sauce wei, I could have had it with the rice o.’ I thought to myself.
But the bread was out of this world. It deserved to be on the menu with a hefty price tag!
It finished so quickly 🙁
“Will it be some way if I ask for another?” I asked Nana
“Me I dont know ooo.”
“Chale I want to, but me feri. Eeeiiii asem ben ni?”
Nana was also not ready to put her dignity on the line. After some minutes, I finally decided that I didnt care, I’d ask anyway. Even if it was for sale, I’d buy it. Afterall, what is life?
“Psst. Hi, Peter.” He smiled in the distance and walked briskly to us. I asked with all my slangs and confidence like he was my dispatch rider “Can I have some more bread?”
“Most certainly! Coming right up.” He answered excitedly
I turned to Nana with widened eyes. “Is that all?”
“He sounded like he could have brought us a full tray Ben.”
“I knooowww!” And before the cock could crow three times, Peter was there with the designer brodo!
Suddenly, it hit me; I’d just witnessed a parable!
There are many ‘Peters’ in the steak house of life. Their job is to wait on us, to minister to us, to keep our feet from stumbling, to fight for us, to deliver answers to us and loads more! Some things we need to work and pay the price for; the t-bone stuff. No matter how much or nicely you ask, your steak wont come if you don’t do time and put in the effort; for David it was kingship, for Jacob it was Rachel, for Hannah, it was Samuel…you catch my drift?
But then there are some things you just have to open your mouth and ask. It’s yours, sitting in the ‘kitchen’ just waiting for you to ask ‘Peter’ to go get for you, but you’re sitting in traffic just wondering, waiting, pondering, monologuing, but not asking! In your mind, it’s such a big ask. You’re not sure if you deserve it, if you’re good enough for it, so you hold back, when all you have to do is come boldly into His presence, and with prayer and supplication, make your needs know to Him. You do not realise that even before you speak He knows what’s in your heart and as you ask, He’s answered already. You have not because you ask not, because you pray amiss.
Oh what a shame, what a yawa, what a mumu! That you’ve been waiting so long for something you could have had on day 1 had you asked! I believe as children of God we should walk around with a sense of entitlement. Yes, we should be grateful and meek, but we should ask more of life. Let’s call out our ‘Peters’ and say “Hey mehn! You know what? I’m gonna have some more of that brodo, and some more, and one for the road. How about that?!”
He’s paid the price for your transgressions, you are a joint heir with Christ, you are the head not the tail, He’s promised to make the nations your inheritance, would you stop doing mobomobo?! Know your father. Know your identity. Know your inheritance and claim it!
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PSS: Watch out for the much expected sequel to ‘Church Romance’
PSSS: All this because of brodo…imagine if the rice and stew too had been complementary. lol