Njeru tried supporting himself against the wall, but slid to join his ambitions on the floor.
He had wanted to go to America after watching his first Hollywood movie aged six. He was going to Dubai. It wasn’t America, but was still overseas.
When the agency confirmed, he withdrew and sent all his 5,000 shillings worth of savings, got a haircut and borrowed his brother’s clothes.
They said his passport would be ready by the following Wednesday. So at 8:00 he was looking for the address the pleasant voice had given him over the phone; 2nd floor, door number 18.
The address had led him to a small package locker at the end of a long corridor.
‘Pictory’ – A picture and a story speaking of and from each other.
Photography – Kimani Wandaka
Story – Ngartia
KIMANI WANDAKA 
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