The photographer
My aunt handed me a camera at a wedding in Osu and never got it back
That was 2014, at my cousin's engagement, and I spent the whole afternoon in the corner of a compound in Osu photographing the aunties arguing over the list. Nobody asked me to. Three years and a great many unpaid Saturdays later I photographed my first wedding for money, badly, in Tema.
Since then it has been about thirty weddings a year and never more, because a photographer taking sixty is not at any of them properly. I work in two cameras and available light, I do not run a shot list, and I would rather miss a posed group than the moment behind it — though in practice I get both, because I turn up early and I know where everybody will be.
The studio is a room in East Legon with a print table and a wall of albums. Come and look through them; that is what they are for.
— Album

