Have you ever been in an elevator?
If not, you munakyalo, you are so lucky. Please don’t let development bring these things to your village.
Presenting:
Things that SUCK about elevators:
1: There are no bouncers, no gate-askaris, no barriers to entry. Whoever wants can enter, no matter what they smell like. Full access to the lift is granted to all, regardless.
The way that last dude smelled I am not even sure those were gasses. Body odour smells bad. This guy smelt evil. I suspect it was curses and evil spirits we detected floating around him.
2: They are built to carry a maximum of eight people on average, but not built to accommodate these eight people’s personal space. The result is that you can and often will find yourself having to take the ride up from floor to floor with a stranger’s crotch in your bum, another stranger’s hair-bun in your nose, yet another strangers elbow in your armpit and you cannot even exercise your basic human right to say “Sh**”, because your mouth is muffled with your face in someone’s bosom.
3. a) Finally, lifts tend to have mirrors and lights in them. Long mirrors and bright white lights which will illuminate and show you yourself in highest clarity. For those of us who don’t actually reach full consciousness until three hours and four coffees after we get out of bed, the lift is the moment when we notice things like, shirt is inside out, socks don’t match, the bujonjo are filling your face as if you were vajazzling your eyes, and it seems you combed someone else’s hair that morning because nobody combed yours.
3.b): Also Because the lift is so quiet, and so echoey, with the white light and the cold, sterile, steel walls and that ghostly hum from nowhere that just makes it all more morgue-like, your mind cannot help but race to the most morbid station– you look at yourself in the mirror and see, beyond your face, your fast-shriveling soul, your rabidly-desiccating dreams, the ashes and dust that are all that is left of your hopes and ambitions, you see them fading, fading fading away.
What happened to that joyful little girl who wanted to be a singer? What happened to that playful little boy who used to dance in the morning? You look into the elevator mirror and it mocks you by just reflecting your question back at you.
4: So also, elevators should have snacks in them.