I definitely had kente fever. A few steps away after buying my first cloth, another store beckons.
Oh, wow! My rationalization mechanism was working overtime: what am I going to do with it? I don’t sew, and I won’t cut it! My advice: don’t even bother trying to rationalize it. Just buy it if you love it!
A few doors down, some smocks were hanging up for sale and one caught my eye. The price was 30 cedis, half what I paid in Bolga. I bought it.
In Adanwomase, prices are already at rock bottom, so if you go there know that no one is trying to gouge the tourist. If that isn’t enticement enough, the Adanwomase villagers have signed a pledge, worked out with the Visitor’s Center and a Peace Corps Volunteer assigned to their area, that villagers promise not to beg tourists for money or hassle them in any way. So respectful are they that my presence didn’t attract the usual gaggle of children. I kind of missed that!
Unfortunately, when I get shopping fever the photography suffers. That’s why I have no photos of the village itself. I was too distracted by all the beautiful kente for sale.
It was so hot. Fortunately there was a shop open that was selling sodas. Cold ones, even! And, oh, yeah, they also had some kente for sale.
I had my golden kente, so I thought I’d treat myself to one more piece in a different color.
There was another shop open on the way back to the visitor’s center where I found a pattern in green and purple that I liked.