My love for photography started with a hate story. I used to work for a newspaper and every time I needed the photographer for a story or an interview, he was either late or simply did not show up. I hated him for that. So I made a decision to do without him. I bought my first camera and started learning the art. A week later, I had my first story published with pictures I took with my own camera. I was so happy. It was like breaking free. Without him, I wouldn’t have fallen in love with photography and I wouldn’t have enjoyed this feeling of overwhelming freedom. I am grateful to the photographer I hated.