Redemption In The Rain

Amina's POV

   

"Driver, please stop!" I yelled, rising from my seat, earning a hiss from the angry woman sitting beside me. 

 Taking out my last #500, I paid the fare, sighing at the hike in transport fare in Lagos. Getting down from the bus, I felt rain hit my skin. I lifted my peeled leather bag, containing my camera with one hand over my head. I didn't want to arrive at the birthday party drenched.

At twenty-five, I had nothing. After my father's death years ago, my mother and I have been working hard. Due to her age and health, I became the breadwinner. Getting a job after university was unfruitful, so I took to Photography. 

Recently, I've been working as an assistant to a photographer in my area. Mr. Coker wasn't nice. For gigs like this one, he paid little. 

I didn't see the car until I heard the horn. In shock, I stared. The driver got out and I gasped. "Do you need a lift?" the woman asked. I nodded, realizing it was Ebere Martins, a famous artist who owned the biggest gallery I knew. 

She opened the passenger side, I muttered my gratitude and got in. I gave my address discovering we were headed the same way. "I can tell you aren't a guest. Are you a crew member?" 

"Yes, a photographer." 

She smiled, "You must be very committed to your job, but running in the rain is bad for your health." 

"I am Amina and you are Ebere Martins," I stated, showing my work. 

"You are good," she complimented. 

"Really? I've read so much about you, but I still want to know how did you get so famous?" 

"It took persistence and patience just like what I've seen in you." 

"These days, I feel I can't do it anymore," I sighed. 

"I understand. I will introduce you to some important guests later because you remind me of myself years ago." 

With that, I felt glad that someone like Ebere Martins believed in me. With our meeting, I knew that things were going to get better.