At 5:45am, the first rays of sunlight strike the tranquil waters of the Indian Ocean, casting a golden glow over Kilifi's Old Ferry landing site and gently stirring it to life.
The salty breeze mingles with the scent of fresh fish as fishermen return from a long night at sea.
Among them is Kitsao Jefwa, a seasoned fisherman whose muscular arms, clad in a faded, rust-stained vest, bear the marks of decades spent battling the tides. "I am the fourth generation in my family to take up fishing.
I inherited the skills from my father 55 years ago," he reflects, his voice carrying the weight of tradition and the ever-changing rhythms of the ocean.
