"The children, shy and bashful, approach me, bowing their heads so I can place my hand on them, a sign of respect. This is their greeting, and it always embarrasses me, but I know that if I refused to caress them, they would be offended. Then they smile at me, take me by the hand, and start calling me by the Maasai name they gave me when I arrived in Africa: Naseryan, the one who helps. It is nice to be called that. It gives meaning to my life and makes me proud of what I do."
(Maasai Women)A visual journey through the landscapes and traditions featured in An African Song