We were camped near the Wodaabe camp and the Wodaabe were curious about us. Who wouldn't be in their situation? We were white, well past youth, and had bags full of all sorts of gear and clothing. Partly they wanted to just look at us because we were so different, and partly they hoped to be given a trinket. They loved having their photo taken if you had a little Polaroid. They couldn't seem to grasp that there was a difference between an SLR and a Polaroid. They would beg to have their photo taken even after I tried to explain that I couldn't give them a photo. Then when I couldn't, they kept insisting that I hand over the photo as a child would insist. When I got testy and, I'm sorry to say, spoke to them harshly, they were shocked. The Wodaabe do not show anger. They tried to mollify me by saying in Fulani, "Happy. Happy", telling me that it was ok not to receive a photo.