#okwu

"You nearly killed us!" Mwinyi said. "She nearly killed you. Not me," Okwu said. "And I caught you. You are fine."

"My ancestors are dancing," Okwu said in Otjihimba, its voice wavering with more emotion than I'd ever heard Okwu convey. Then Okwu swam back into the water. For the next thirty minutes, it danced with the snails.

"Everything is... happy," it had said, sounding perplexed about this state. "Good," I said, grinning. "That way, you won't be so grumpy when you meet everyone. Khoush like politeness and the Himba expect a sunny disposition." "I will wash this off soon," it said. "It's not good to feel this pleased with life."