The Dance of the Line

The lake stretched out endlessly before him, its waters swaying gently in a dance of light and movement. Fishing wasn’t a way for Joe Kambalam to make money, it was simply a way to feed himself and his family.

He stood in the shallows of Lake Malawi, his rod steady in his hand, patiently watching the water move around him. The line moved lightly in the water, swaying with the gentle waves. His gaze remained fixed on it, waiting for the tug that would break the silence.