It was a beautiful thing to see Mawulidi's hands sweeping over his new tools, touching every one like an old friend at a re-union. He touched each one, felt it, ran it across his fingers, which seemed to know each tool and how it might feel. His hands flew almost magically over his new carving hit, recognizing each tool, getting to know it.
There was great love in those caressing feels, I could see tools were almost a part of him, he knew just how to touch each one.
What a privilege to give such a good and caring man a real gift like that, thank you for making this dream come true..