If buildings and streets could speak…
They would tell happy stories;
Story about the mother who works that corner to feed her children,
Story of the the family of 8 that stays in that 1 bedroom flat on the second floor,
Story of the lad who washes cars to afford drinks for his girlfriend later,
Story of the slay queen who comes here just to sleep and get dressed for wherever the party takes her tonight,
Story of the boy who steals the neighbor’s WiFi so they can pleasure themselves with pornhub and their hand,
Story of the young girl who endures the night snake from her uncle to afford school fees,
All stories are happy,
Maybe not the act,
But the hope of happiness is what makes the story worth it.
rachel
P.S: I took this photo in Nairobi, Kenya in 2015, it was my first solo trip and I too was looking for a happy story! That building and the street gave me a bit of that happiness.
The stories I am too ashamed to tell 