I know a man who will not shake with his right hand.
He calls me brother and I return the gesture. I bring him tobacco whenever I see him, because he is my elder.
When his eyes are not clouded with alcohol he is a wise man.
He has seizures from drinking. He will die from drinking. I have told him this many times.
One thing that my brother taught me that I will never forget is this:
He says that the right hand is the government hand. That the left hand comes from the heart. That we shake our warriors' hands from the heart.
Aho! This is the truth.