I drew a butterfly for sly, my beautiful lovely daughter. She was always amazed at how beautifully they could fly, so sometimes I would throw her in the air and catch her.
I never even shed a tear when they said she would die, because she would go to a place where butterflies could fly. So I took my pencil and drew her a butterfly, to fly to her to a place where she would no longer be mine.
“Lord! Look at how beautiful it is… oh my” she said “surely papa this butterfly can fly.”
“Even up to Heaven it will fly, Sly,” I said as I tried not to cry, “Where butterflies, angels and you my little Sly will forever fly.”
Words: Francis the Lone Puppeteer
Photography: Mukiri Gitiri
[Mukirivity– Ingenious art and text made comparative]