Mwalimu-G
Elder Lister
At a local bar in downtown Riveroad, the owner and bartender often boasted that he was the strongest man in town. He offered a standing bet of Kshs. 1,000. The bartender would squeeze a lemon until all the juice ran into a glass and then hand the lemon to a patron. Anyone who could squeeze even two more drops of juice from it would win the money. Over the years, many people had tried: weightlifters, soldiers, and the like. But no one had ever succeeded. One day, a scrawny fellow walked into the bar, wearing thick glasses and a polyester suit. He sat down, ordered a double glass of Kenya Cane, and began surveying the room. After reading the sign about the lemon challenge, he spoke up in a timid voice, “I’ve just read your sign, and I’d like to try the bet.” The bar erupted in laughter. But after it subsided, the bartender said, “Okay.” He grabbed a lemon, squeezed it with all his might, and then handed the wrinkled remains to the man. The bar went silent as the man wrapped his small hand around the lemon. To everyone’s astonishment, six drops fell into the glass. Amidst the cheering, the bartender handed over the 1,000 Kshs and asked the man, “I have to know: what do you do for a living? Are you a soldier, a weight-lifter?” The man replied softly, “I work for the Kenya Revenue Authority.”
