The print was red with black adinkra symbols on it. I selected it at Makola Market and already matched it in my mind with items from my closet that would look great with it. Once back at the house I showed my aunt the new cloth. She looked at me, shook her head and simply said “You cannot wear this here, this is a funeral cloth. If you walk around in this, people will think you are on your way to a funeral.” I could have worn the cloth outside of Ghana but somehow it did not feel right to change an imprinted meaning.
Wow! I never knew that some symbols printed on African fabrics had meaning. This is one of the reasons why I stay close to my old relatives.