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At Cape Coast in the shadows of Fort Amsterdam, a former slave fort, locals are waiting eagerly for their colorful fishing boats to return home. When the boats arrive there is a bustle of activity that feels like mayhem because everybody wants to secure a share of the catch. A decade ago the nets used to be brimful of fish. But those days are over. ‘The catch has declined drastically’, sais chief fisherman Kwabena Tawia. “There are a lot of issues,” he sais with a heavy voice. “The fishermen are using light and other chemicals to fish. They fail to allow the baby fishes to grow to breed and that is why the stocks are being depleted. We really have a big problem. Everybody does what he wants on the seas.” There is so little fish these days that sharing the days catch easily turns into violent arguments. In Cape Coast, Ama Mensima, a fishmonger who is married to a fisherman shares the same sentiment. Her eyes filled with tears, she admitted that it has not been easy taking care of her extended family. “Our livelihoods are in trouble,” she said. “Our lives depend on fishing and it’s getting harder and harder.”