Brotherhood.

2 April 2021 I was at a party when I noticed two men exchange a handshake that immediately caught my attention. It was more than a greeting. From the way they carried themselves, I understood that they were part of a fraternity, and the gesture seemed to embody the camaraderie and bond they shared. I watched their hands remain locked for a moment, considering whether I should photograph it. In Nigeria, however, moments like this can easily be misunderstood, and I decided it was probably wiser not to. So I watched, hesitated, and eventually let the moment pass. When their hands finally came apart, I felt an immediate sense of regret. I had seen something meaningful, something fleeting, and I had allowed my hesitation to keep me from documenting it. The moment was gone, and I knew I could never recreate it. As I sat with that thought, another opportunity appeared. Two people exchanged the same kind of handshake, and this time, I raised my camera. Looking back, the photograph became more than an image of two men shaking hands. It became a record of a lesson I learned that day: photography is often about recognizing a moment before it disappears. Sometimes, the hesitation to press the shutter lasts longer than the moment itself. That day, I missed the first handshake. But I was given a second chance, and this time, I chose to document it.