Omondi rises before dawn, unlocks the gate to his Mombasa shipping yard, and endures 12 ruthless hours beneath cargo cranes that groan overhead. He checks manifests, directs container lifts, troubleshoots radio alerts, and logs each discrepancy long after deep fatigue blurs the lines that he sees on his tablet.
Little errors start to find their way into the workload after hour nine. The overtime pay that he receives starts to evaporate into clinic bills for his chronic migraines, and his dream of night logistics courses so he can get a promotion fades with every midnight drive home for overworking instead of pursuing his dreams.
