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A young man in a strange red dress addressed me with a pair of greeting phrases. I was surprised to hear my native language from a local person on another continent. "Do you know Russian?" "Not well", he smiled broadly. "How many languages do you know?" "Swahili, English, Italian, German, Russian", the guy was counting skills on his fingers of the left hand, in the right one was a spear. "It is impressive! How old are you?" He mused for a moment and began to draw Arabic numerals 26 in the sand slowly with his forefinger. "Where did you learn the languages?" my surprise was growing. "With the tourists on the beach", his big white teeth were shining in a proud smile. "Did you go to school?" "No! I spent my childhood in the forest. The school was far, and my father decided it would be better to keep an eye on the herd." I couldn't believe that it is possible in the internet century, even in Africa. The world explores the black holes and galaxies, but there are places on our planet where adult people can't read and write. Education is a basic need for developing. Our progressive world should implement primary schools in Sub-Saharan Africa's countries and make it available. Thousands of thoughts swarmed through my mind. The big sun of Tanzania was about to leave the sky. My feet were sinking into the warm white sand. Waves of the turquoise ocean were wining back a new piece of the shore every time, marking the beginning of the tide. The working day was getting to finish and the time of my vacation was passing by. I had been meeting the locals and tourists, children and adults — the poorest cheerful people together with the tempted guests, lived in five-star hotels. That evening on the beach, there were sellers of coconuts, of tours and souvenirs, tourists from all over the world, Maasai, Swahili and other aboriginal people. Football, dancing, running, workout, fishing, but I couldn't take my eyes off swimming locals. Why did it attract my glance so energetically? They laughed, played and sported in the water. What was so magnetic? I got it. They have the ocean 365 days a year, but they rejoice in water every time like the first time. Of course! It was happiness. They were happy, much happier than we were although we live in a civilisation. We have something to learn from them. А sense of harmony and unity with the Universe is the base sense of our life. These local people can teach us to be happy despite all the circumstances. The sunset gave the last pink glow and from somewhere came the words of the song: "Hakuna Matata What a wonderful phrase Hakuna Matata Ain't no passing craze It means no worries, for the rest of your days It's a problem-free, philosophy..."