“Calm down Wambui”
She repeated that to herself every minute of the 43 that he kept her waiting. The restaurant was open air – she had let him choose it, to make sure he was comfortable – but the sun on her skin didn’t help with the goose bumps and slight shivers that took over every time a man walked through the entrance.
Could that be him?
When the text came, she had been checking her make-up on her phone, wondering if she looked pretty enough for him to stay.
“I got held up. Can we do this some other time?”
Cold. Dry. Emotionless.
She remembered how her mother had wept as she burnt his pictures
20 years before and deleted his number.
‘Pictory’ – A picture and a story speaking of and from each other.
Photography – Kimani Wandaka
Story – Ngartia
KIMANI WANDAKA 
this is awesome stuff, don’t stop
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It’s fun…so we won’t stop.
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Don’t let Kim lie to you Bobby. At some point we’ll get tired of it and move on to something else.
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Nonsense…if sth like that happens, ngartia got tired first.
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Good stuff good job…..keep doing better every day.
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Father.
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Reblogged this on In Coherence..
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