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 Marti