How do you show pain? Do you cry, do you jump in joy, what do you do when the moment finally arrives? Your moment? Because they said he didn’t belong here, right? That he was a misfit, a quota pick. They called him names, questioned his worth. And yet, there he sat with heavy eyes, unmoved, letting it all sink in, while the rest jumped, clapped, and screamed. Because for Bavuma, every single day has been a fight, something bigger than cricket.