​Going From The Known To The Unknown


“How would you be taking such decision, going from the known to the unknown? With your professional certification and job prospect! This was a reoccurring question and comment that popped up when she decided to quit her paid employment for Professional Photography. Her Directors in the office couldn’t comprehend what was burning inside her, all they could summarize out of it was maybe she is confused or sweet-talked by her supposed trainer. Though family members didn’t have a choice than to support, there was an underlining fear for the decision. But she knew what she wanted and stood with it (How the whole episode went is a story for another day).

Now, the journey into professional photography started and I asked myself, “What would have informed my thinking I was a photographer (as I have been shooting before now). The first two weeks Intensive class training at eloPhotos Academy made it clear I wasn’t near a Pro (though I knew deep down). There was so much to learn, that my brain got so overwhelmed and enlarged. Learning about the Aperture, Shutter speed, ISO, White balance, Lenses, Lighting, Depth of field, Silhouette, Long exposures etc. What it entails in documenting a moment in time, as a photographer, is indeed unquantifiable and priceless. I am proud to be one of those that will be giving/trading this service.

Well, it didn’t just go down smooth inside me, I asked myself several questions to confirm if I am still sane and game for the journey ahead. I had headache at the end of each day, almost throughout the two weeks training. Yes, I knew it was going to be heavy; it was heavier than I thought. But I am glad I made the decision (My Toughest and Best ever!). I also had to go through works of several renowned Professional Photographers in Nigeria and in the world over. At this point, I had cold shivers, this occurs each time I venture into that and concluded that indeed humans are mini gods, we are creators. God indeed replicated Himself in us when He made us and breathe His breath into us as documented in the bible. And also, our brains have greater capacity than its usage. That’s my testimony of the photography works I have seen so far. Got me actually thinking and even scared at some instances. How do I make it through, how do I get myself into doing greater works. I think I have to keep feeding more on these works to enhance my creative sense and capability.

Come to think of it, I actually resigned my job to do this. Not only that, I had a strong witness in my spirit, so I told myself; Omopretty (as fondly called by my close allies), You can do this, there is NO going back, this WILL be a great success. And guess what, I love to be called a Photographer. Watch Out for Mosope Onanusi

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My 11th COMMANDMENT


What gut do I have to be ungrateful to God or to complain?

This resurfaced several times in the week ended; I had another episode of experience and learning. A visit to Akonko, a village in the outskirt of Ogun state, almost linking Ibadan in Oyo state was a big one.

I loaded my bag with leggings-socks as we have been told that mosquitoes there are weight lifting and we possibly may be coming back with mosquito bikes like boil. For me, that is the scariest part.  Other expectations were that there is no electricity nor telecommunication network and we are going to be there for about three (3) days documenting the village and its residents. Hmmm, God help us.

We set out early and kept going and going like we were travelling to the east, but we eventually got there and wow! It’s for real.  I have been part of village outreaches, so the village setting; the mud houses and bushes were really not concerns for me (though doesn’t sound like where I would naturally want to be).

Then the lessons began. After resting some few minutes, we visited the farm. I noticed on our way to the farm, everyone we met gave us a well composed greeting with a Big Bold Smile, children and adults alike. For real! or are we riding on the goodwill of our host? I thought. My mind flashed back to what transpires in Lagos and I was quick to conclude this People are indeed courteous and hospitable. There are some places you live in Lagos that you just automatically lose your morals, everyone rides their own horse. These people are obviously tagged the poor, but they’ve got what money cannot buy.

My presumption was confirmed as I further interact with the residents of the village.  They were much more open than I thought, they seem not to have a choice, they just wanted a better life and feel our presence and mission could enhance this.

Looking at the people, they were not different from us, just that they don’t have the opportunity and hope we have. No good water (We didn’t take our baths for three days, only necessary areas with sachet water), no electricity, no good roads, and most pathetic, no single good healthcare centre and no good school. The sight of the school breaks my heart, a dilapidated building that has just three teachers taking from Nursery to Primary. Those attending a better school trek one hour to school and back every day as transportation is another huge issue there. Wow! How can people be subjected to such life, I see a great level of neglect on the part of Government especially when I heard they had voters’ cards. Now that is hell crazy if you understand what I mean.

Reminiscing on where I am coming from, where I am, my high hopes of the future, I sighed and said to myself;

“Thou shall never be ungrateful. By any form of complain or unseemly countenance.”

That sounded like a commandment. Yea, for me, it is my 11th, as being ungrateful or allowing situation affect one’s countenance seem now like a sin. A colleague buttressed, “if God would not further do anything else in our lives, I think He has tried.”

I thought to myself, “We and these people cannot definitely have the same prayer points”. We have hopes alive, cannot explain what their state of mind is (definitely not what you would wish). But if the people in Akonko can live happy, there is then no excuse for someone like me.

Wait a minute, sorry I forgot to mention they made very sumptuous meal with little or no ingredients. The village called Akonko is one I’ll definitely not forget.