Aligogoro
This essay is part of Fashion in Isolation, a special issue on the intimate, contradictory, and ultimately inescapable relationship we have to what we wear.
I recently discovered that if I shut my eyes long enough and let my mind wander, I can conjure detailed memories of my childhood. The farther I let my mind drift—unfettered from the toneless life I’m habituating in this pandemic, in a country thousands of miles from home—the clearer they become.
Like a butterfly riding on a harmattan wind, my mind takes me back to the small, unhurried town of my birth, Akwanga,
