‘Makhulu, why am I always sick?” I asked my aunt.
She winced and sat me down. It was strange because she never did this. But before she could even answer the question, I asked: “Makhulu, why am I drinking these unpleasant things from the hospital?”
I was seven years old and in second grade at Intokozo Primary School in Katlehong, and for as long as I could remember, I had been a weak child who used to go to and from hospital – but I didn’t know why.