As I was cleaning my mess in the basement, I glanced at the wall where my African memories of almost 20 years ago are mounted. I yanked one off the hook and wore it at lunch. My necklace yesterday was this lovely warthog snout, beaded and sold by local women in Zimbabwe years ago. The inside of the snout still has the hairs! It’s an odd thing.
I don’t think warthogs are endangered – they weren’t twenty years ago. The necklaces were plentiful, and my husband and I were helping the local economy by purchasing something we weren’t going to ever wear. Until yesterday, of course!
My necklace is not going back on the wall as a souvenir. It is now a reminder of the wonderful years we took for granted when we could travel freely and mingle with other cultures. I may sport it again today.
