Mekola was late again. Mama would be worried. He smiled as he remembered the sequence. She would come out of her hut and look at the sky several times. After the fifth cloud passes, she would prepare a basket of concoction and tie her wrappers, ready to walk around the village. Usually I arrive when she is tying the third wrapper. Mama believes she should be prepared for anything. I might be injured and need care or I might need to be carried hence the need for more than one wrapper. After all I am her only son, her pride.