Tradition dictates that no guest comes empty-handed, and
we had brought some household goods—flour, spices, coloring
books, and pens—to be offered to the Oloiboni’s wives and
children. I clutched four precious coffee seedlings, my own
special tribute. We waited about two hours.
Finally the man appeared. In his wake, a tide of activities
erupted. A chorus of human voices greeted him, and the
gathered emissaries surged forward. A favorite calf hurtled
toward him, goats bleated, and in the distance a quintet of
giraffes ambled by.
He was in his late 80s and moved with a slight stoop, ges-
turing like a symphony conductor, directing a herdsman
to which pastures his sheep, goats, and cows should go to
graze, dispatching another young
man to the market, and tasking his
son—and heir apparent—Lemaron
to extend healing services to calm
three nervous visitors.
The Oloiboni supported his
uneven steps with a thick, carved
stick. A dark blue woolen cap cov-
ered his head. He wore a red and
blue Maasai cloak called an olkara-
sha. As he approached, he made eye
contact with those who waited.
His face was deeply lined, and
From his home in Ken-
ya’s secluded Loita
region, Mokompo ole
Simel has spent three
decades advising the
Maasai community on
matters large and small
as its revered spiritual
leader, the Oloiboni
Kitok. Following a long
line of such leaders, he
encourages vigilance
against threats to
the area’s old-growth
montane rainforest,
urging humans to live
in harmony with nature.
KEVIN OUMA, CINEMATIC KENYA
TO B E THE
SUPREME OLOIBONI
I S TO S I T
BETWEEN WORLDS.