The condoms are back. Now and then, the management at my place of work deems it important to protect the randy workers of the company, high on the adrenalin of chasing the truth, from themselves.
It happens stealthily, as these things usually happen in Africa. One morning you get to work and on your usual visit to the gents, you are accosted by new boxes of condoms.
But this does not continue forever. After a week, a month or so, the condoms suddenly disappear. They come unannounced and they leave unannounced.
The hilarity is in the guessing game. Who comes up with these decisions? One wonders how the meetings go where they decide, “these people are doing each other too much this month. Eh, gundi, what’s our budget for the month, can we afford to buy condoms?”
Because sex at the work place happens (sorry for you, prude) and management certainly knows it. Of course, it has been said strange happenings like people going at it on top of our desks while the rest of us are safely in our homes.
But if you want to help your staff protect themselves from, well, themselves, what is the meaning of bringing the rubber this month and withholding it for the next three?