“Whether I know your name or not doesn’t matter!” The old baboon spread his arms, his walking stick’s gourds rattling as it moved. “Who you are is not about what you are called, but is defined by what you do.” He tapped his walking stick on the ground, as If it were an auditory punctuation mark.

Rafiki then smiled wider, leaning in close. “And, the real question is: why shouldn’t I care?”