Money was an empty thing. It did not have a liver or a soul so everything could fit in it. Man made a Paper mache globe with cold cash and all the-things-that-be, put their belongings in a nylon and went to sit in it. 

My dreams had packed a Ghana-must-go and gone to sit in money as well, so I forgot about my photography-instagram from 2016, but I was on LinkedIn everyday. 

I learnt this thing about life a long time ago and I lived according to it. It was simple: I needed money, so that's what I did - make it. I took every possible photography gig known to man because it was what I needed to do. The cost of my mothers health care was at least 30 thousand per day and God did not make the Enejis to die, he made them to make money. 

It was Friday morning, which meant there was a 3am birthday shoot 5 hours away. It was difficult sometimes - doing the necessary thing, but when life gave you lemon, you took a string and tied your heart so it did not beat for frivolous things and you Hawked the lemons at mainland bridge. 

A notification from my phone cut into my thoughts. The ring had become something sinister- it was always work or new Medical bills. I looked at it anyway - work couldn’t be Ignored neither could my mother. It was instagram, Tunde Lamik followed me. 

“I love the color grading on this”

I read the comment too many times for a seven word sentence. THE lamik had commented on one of my photos. I did not understand how his words had found their way to put firewood in my chest but there was warmth in my heart. Wholeness. I used to create something, something beautiful, something that I loved.

I’ll learn to love the things I did before,I’ll find a way to money’s globe and reach my dreams. At the end of the day there was a sequence to things - It was my mother's health before dreams but there would be dreams regardless.