While watching the young men of the Datoga tribe making bracelets and arrowheads for trade, this Datoga elder quietly came and crouched by the fire. He had a presence about him. It was one of age, a gentle wisdom gained over the years. Watching the passing of his knowledge to those young men hammering the red-hot metal into the items to trade. You can see the years in his eyes, and the stories of lions in the night, and the tenderness he shared with his children.