By Silas Nyanchwani
One of the beauties of living in the land of the free are the escalator kisses.
See,at World Trade Centre train station there are like 6 or 7 huge escalators that roll up and down as they off load people from New Jersey to New York and take in those making the return journey.In one swing, up and down there are always, people kissing.Mostly the youthe but on Friday I saw this old couple,in their 50, slightly intoxicated and their tongues were fishing real deep at the back of their throats.They were happy. The man was rampantly happy and the woman on fire literally.
There are kisses in the subway too.Like tonight , and it is Tuesday-universally the dumbest day, I saw these 20- somethings kiss like all the people in that car (what you call a coach back at home) were not there. For they cared they we may all have been been shoe laces. People learn to look aside and train their eyes to look from the corner of the eyes. Who doesn’t like how women close their eyes.And the silly expextant lustful faces of men.
Now to the point. I get to the Exchange Place in Jersey,it is the entry point to under water passage of trains from Jersey to New York.There are three escalators here, two move up one down or the other way depending on the rush hour.
Now 11 p.m is a rush hour.And I just witnessed the longest escalator kiss in my life.
As I started frol the bottom, with sea of other people from New York, a young man and womann were starting from.And this are those long and arrogantly humongous escalators that befit American supremacy.
The two were locked.The womanbon the lower stair, the man man on the upper and it was one of those provocative poses straight out of a movie.Something that makes an unhygienic,mundane thing as kissing such a an awesome thing.
So we met in the middle.The two were lost on each and in each other.Two souls on fire. People cheered.It woke them up.But for 3 seconds.They went back.The middle-aged women cheered the loudest.See why we need world peace.
For me it reminded me the days when I was young.How I miss them.I would lock myself up in room and read Sidney Sheldon, fall in love with heroines.Wacha tu.
Moral of story,young people here enjoy life.Soon you will a grey-hairdd cumudgeon with retrogressive ideas like me.Enjoy while it lasts.