We have been coming here, one day before our anniversary, for eight years. It’s simple and fun, part of small traditions we’ve formed to mark our milestones.
I take her into my arms, and then climb slowly, with her tickling me and joking about her weight. The staring strangers have never mattered. We sit at the top, stare at her wheelchair resting at the bottom, and reflect on our journey from the day I found her unable to access the second floor lecture hall and offered to help.
Today we came expecting the same, only to find that a swanky ramp has replaced the stairs.
‘Pictory’ – A picture and a story speaking of and from each other.
Photography – Kimani Wandaka
Story – Ngartia
In Coherence. 