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This feels really weird, if I am being honest with you, this is not something I thought I will do in a million years, but neither did photography but here I am, 15 years deep and still gunning it. So why not dip my hand in the never ending well of blogging, even saying it sounds *one kain* (shout out to my Naija people)

When I first bought my camera, I wasn’t thinking about careers, I was thinking about curiosity, about freezing moments like my old man did. My dad had a Yashica 35, he loved that camera to pieces, at the time I didn't understand why one man would love taking pictures so much, I never really understood the point of it until I saw that those pictures where the only things that reminded him of the life he once lived when Alzheimers got the better of him. I don't like talking about that phase of life cos it makes me really sad and this blog is not about that.

Like most people at the beginning, I assumed photography was mostly about equipment and settings. The longer I stayed with it, the clearer it became that those things mattered far less than I thought. My early years were unremarkable in the best possible way. I photographed anything that would stay still long enough. Friends. Events. Streets. Faces. I said yes to work before I knew how to price it, and I learned more from mistakes than from successes. The camera was always present, but the understanding was slow.

What changed wasn’t the gear. It was repetition.

Over time, you begin to notice patterns. You see how people tense up the moment a camera is raised. You recognize the difference between a polite smile and a real one. You learn that confidence and comfort rarely arrive at the same time, and that good photographs often happen in the space between them.

I did not set out to become a portrait photographer. Portraits found me gradually, through circumstance and repetition. Someone would ask for a headshot. Another would ask for something “simple.” Then another. Faces became familiar terrain, not because they were easy, but because they were endlessly variable.

Portrait photography has a way of removing shortcuts. You cannot hide behind spectacle. You cannot rely on novelty for long. Eventually, you are left with a person, a frame, and a few seconds of shared attention. That simplicity is deceptive. It exposes everything you don’t yet understand.

As the work expanded, so did the environments. Corporate spaces. Academic institutions. Public events. Situations where time mattered, pressure existed, and expectations were unspoken but firm. These settings taught discipline. They taught consistency. They taught restraint.

They also taught humility.

Photography has a way of reminding you that no matter how much experience you accumulate, you are always working with variables you cannot fully control. Light changes. People change. Context shifts. The work demands presence more than certainty.

Somewhere along the way, I stopped chasing photographs and started building them. I became more interested in what happens before the shutter than after it. How people arrive. How they settle. How posture shifts when someone stops performing and starts existing.

That shift changed everything.

The longer I photographed, the less interested I became in dramatic gestures and the more interested I became in subtle ones. A shoulder relaxing. A breath slowing. A moment of stillness that lasts just long enough to be recorded.

This journal is not an attempt to summarize a career or turn experience into authority. It is simply a place to articulate what time has clarified. To write about photography, yes, but also about attention, patience, and the strange intimacy of pointing a camera at another human being.

I did not start writing earlier because I thought I needed more certainty. What I understand now is that certainty is not the point. Observation is.

This is a record of those observations.