SECOND SKIN

Second Skin

The pagne, humble and eloquent fabric of cotton or wax,
far more than clothing, it is a second skin.
A worn memory, an inheritance stitched into every fiber.

It follows a woman from childhood, ties at her waist, embraces her in a mother’s tenderness.
It celebrates births, accompanies unions, mourns losses.

Each fold is a verse, each pattern whispers a message: love, pride, sorrow, hope.
Every pagne is a poem. Its name echoes:
“The Messenger,” “Broken Heart,” “Patience Always Pays Off.”

Chosen with mood, with season, with ceremony,

Tied at the waist, a dancing skirt.
Draped over the shoulder, a modest coat.
Wrapped around the head, it becomes a crown.
Cradle, veil, offering, remembrance.

Its colors sing: red for passion, blue for peace, green for fertility.
A thread between skin and soul, between yesterday and tomorrow.

As long as you are worn, the story lives on.