As strong as the skinned baobab staff he carries with him. Skin worn and resin like. Complexion bold and brazen. He is a God in his own right. The villagers all agree. Everything is within his reach.
His knuckles grind slowly in the earth as he feels the pain and triumph of each of his people. Brothers and Sisters are all his kin. He holds the tokens of the future and the keys of the past. Respect is a word too simple , Honour is his brand.
Soldiers form around him never trespassing upon his shadow. He watches over all and all watch over him.
The keeper of a nation. A Father and Brotherhood of kindness and humanity.
God has Blessed Baba.