He hands him to me, and I’ve never seen such beauty before. He is dark skinned, he is very fat and tall. He has his eyes closely shut and his fists curled up. What went wrong? He had fully developed all he had to do was come up.

“Hey..we meet finally.” I cry and hold the baby close to my chest.

“Your father has already named you. Please, boy, be a good ancestor, okay? Please, don’t let your siblings suffer the same fate as you did, we will never forget you. We just have to accept the situation. I will never regret you, boy. Never. I love you.” I whisper.

The nurse watches, as both Mphikiseni and I yell beyond repair. I guess this feels a bit awkward or emotional for him, as I hear him clear his throat and sniff.

“I’m afraid, I have to take him back. Do we cremate him, or you’ll bury him?” He asks.

“No son of mine will be burnt! What ancestor will he be? Ash?” Mphikiseni shouts.

“Calm down.” I brush his hand.

“We will take bury him. Please, keep him in the mortuary. We’ll get him tomorrow.” I say