Nairobi, May 10 -- The first rays of the morning sun filter through the tattered curtains, gently rousing Ada* from her slumber.

As she blinks away the remnants of sleep, the rhythmic sounds of her village coming to life fill the air - the distant mooing of cattle, the clucking of chickens, and the familiar voices of her neighbour.

The first rays of the morning sun filter through the tattered curtains, gently rousing Ada* from her slumber.

As she blinks away the remnants of sleep, the rhythmic sounds of her village coming to life fill the air - the distant mooing of cattle, the clucking of chickens, and the familiar voices of her neighbours greeting the new day.

Ada rises from her reed mat, her movements practised and efficient, a tes...