The one the grandchildren called Herbie
is blind; called Karanja
by the swing when she mutters at dusk
to the passing wind. As if she didn’t need
the visit. To feel.
‘Ka Gari,’ the old owner to himself,
to the swing as if it were the grown up
child, who doesn’t visit much.
Karanja has heard so many prayers
he believes he will turn to dust
bit by bit. Karanja tithes.
Photography: Wambui Mwangi