Dreaming of West Africa
I'd recommend reading A Long Way Gone: Memories of a Boy Soldier.
When I finished the book. I thought about the earth. West African dirt. Under my feet. And started to string some trade beads from Ghana. Recycled glass. That a co-worker brought back at my request. Around and around they curled. Until they circled my wrist.
I like these beads. And that women acquire beads throughout their lives. And pass them to their daughters. It's said that the Adangme people of Krobo may be the most skilled bead-makers in Africa. Beads are central to rituals. Birth. Coming of age. Marriage. Death. A round cycle. Like a bracelet.
I like to believe. They are imbued. With magical. And medicinal. Powers.