At 17, my daughter brought her boyfriend to the office – a lanky lad with scruffy hair, a tattoo peeping out of his tee’s sleeve and an air of delinquent adventure. He looked like a series of heartbreaks waiting to be activated.
His tea arrived before the water Naomi had gone to fetch me, but he was distracted by the bulldozers my drivers were parking outside the window.
“Do you like them?”
“I love them… Sir.” He replied.
I strode closer and sighed heavily.
“Imagine what one of those could do to the home of a young man who hurt your daughter.”
He stared on silently till his girlfriend came back 15 minutes later. Then they left – his tea still steaming untouched.
‘Pictory’ – A picture and a story speaking of and from each other.
Photography – Kimani Wandaka
Story – Ngartia