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There is a specific kind of woman I grew up watching. She moved slowly, not because she had nowhere to go, but because she knew exactly where she was going. She dressed with intention every fabric chosen, every accessory considered. She did not wear her culture. She carried it. That woman was my grandmother. And every bag I make is for her. A Childhood Immersed in African Textiles Growing up in Lagos, I was surrounded by African textiles in a way that felt completely ordinary