
The African Wrapper: Names, Meanings, and Cultural Significance Across the Continent
African print fabric and a dead man I was in that hospital room when my comatose father morphed. I had brought his change of clothes in preparation for the trip to relocate him to the village, but the guy took a unilateral vote against that trip. When the hospital requested salt and wrapper, I went home to get the items. “This man has transitioned before I am able to take care of him”. I pondered as I walked along the streets. “What else can I do for him now?” As I got home, the crowd had gathered around my mother. How was I going to ask her for wrapper? I brought down my suitcase and took out a new exquisite purple wrapper – one of my kayan lefe [Hausa for bridal ware] the items I were putting together to take










