My family lived near a River called Ghona that flows from the white mountain i.e. Mount Kilimanjaro in Tanzania. My family used to survive on fishing and we were above many other families economically. I grew up with the belief that fishing can uplift families from poverty. But since childhood I asked myself why is mom and my sisters not involved in fishing? I was always told it is against culture and islam religion for them to go out at night. But I knew my mom very well. She was amongst the few women during those colonial days they were involved in the fight for independence from Great Britain. Sometimes they held meetings at night to avoid being detected by the colonial police. I used to ask myself if she can attend these meetings at night why she cannot fish at night? But in order not to look as a bad boy to my family, I kept quite; though I always believed my mother could fish better than all of us! I also wanted her to be on my side during fishing. I felt more protected with her! When I saw this in Togo in West Africa I said to myself this is the time for me to set things right!