My bag holds the mesh of 1983, and palm oil, kente fibers, some Naira to soon be converted into Cedis. It carries two million feet, two ego-blind borders, shea butter and a mother’s jollof recipe. More importantly, I’m holding it. So save yourself the trouble—just make way.
Frame not Included. Due to dimensions of Original Pieces some parts of the artwork are susceptible to being cut off.
