I take a deep breath. I can’t cry. Shut The Hell Up I’m Counting Shirt! When it comes to mama I have to be strong, I’m all she has and I’ve had to be strong for her more times than I can count. What’s wrong mama? I ask, my voice so thin I doubt she heard me. She says she hasn’t been well for days now and has been waiting for me. Waiting for me to do what? Whatever it is, tell me I’ll do it. I’m here now, I say, taking her hand into mine. She feels so cold. Oh Lwezi, is all she says before coughing uncontrollably and signalling me to get out with her hand. I cover her up and tell her I’ll be outside.