Amina Bello

Amina Bello wakes each morning before dawn, donning a heavy apron for the hospital laundry where she scrubs away the residue of others' ailments. She always hears the mechanical clanking of the motorbike as she rides to work, a stark contrast to the rhythmic patterns of wipers she is entranced by during the rainy season. Her days are a blur of sweat and soap, fueled by the responsibility to pay for her brother's education, her nights restless with thoughts of contamination she might have missed or the mechanic demanding rent.