Men and women

When we got into work today we found that overnight they had upgraded our useless free drinks machines to the impressive EOX222. This new machine gives from regular chai moto to pick-n-mix drinks like Espresso-choc. This fascinating story would have ended here were it not for the fact that they gave us two identical machines and put them side to side. Every guy in the world knows what happens next but the women will have no idea. So for sake of my female readership I will explain (men can skip the next paragraph).

Us jamaaz seeing the two machines next to each other had no choice but to race them against each other. Kwame took machine A I took machine B and it was on. We had a panel of four judges to ensure fair play. The rules were simple, Kwame and I would press the buttons on our respective machines at the same time and we would see which machine would churn out the selected drink faster. Four cups, four different drinks, four minutes.

The chiles who came to see what the intense concentration was all about, would look and walk away shaking their heads muttering something about boy toys and you can take never take the boy outta the blah blah blah. We inhabit the same planet, we are neighbours but we are from different worlds. To pull the Mars-Venus analogy into 21st century Kenya; Men are from Korogocho, women are from Muthaiga.

What about the results I hear you cry.
I am sad to say Kwame won the first two races, that is for flavoured water and tea. However I bounced back and won the next two that is Espresso-choc and cappuccino. Yet more proof that West Africans are faster at short distance races, yet Kenyans are faster when it comes to long distance endurance races. It all ended in a stalemate 2-2.