Nobody asks about the chunk. It is simply there — a perfect triangle of mystery carved into his magnificent teal afro, as if the universe itself took a bite and he simply carried on. His yellow structured shawl rises dramatically at the corners like the wings of something regal about to take flight, while his red cape flows beneath it with the easy confidence of a man who has absolutely nothing to prove. He is spectacle and substance in equal measure — the most gloriously unbothered person in any room he enters.