MY SEED OF PURPOSE
In the small village of Katsina, where the sun kisses the earth with an intensity that can either nurture or scorch, I strive to capture the extremes of life through my lens. My name is Amina, and I am a budding photographer in a place where survival often drowns out the dreams of the dreamer. Every day feels like a battle against the stifling hold of tradition, relentless pressure to abandon my passion, and the fear of invisibility that clings to me like dust on my sandals. As I care for my ageing mother, her weakening health mirrors the fading light of day, and the weight of potential failure bears down on me with each passing moment. One scorching afternoon, on the brink of giving up, I wandered to the outskirts, where the baobab trees stood sentinel-like. It was there that fate matched my path with Halima's, a renowned painter seeking solace in the quietness of our village. The despair in my eyes, the dormant camera in my hands, ma...