Kikapu

I like the sound of this Swahili word. I remember seeing plain baskets everywhere in Dar es Salaam: filled with fish from the fish market; loaded with oranges, limes or mangosteen by fruit vendors; used to pack up ebony carvings at the end of the day. These huge baskets were neatly woven and served a practical purpose.

When my daughter visited Tanzania years after I lived there, she brought back this beautifully woven piece of art from Zanzibar. I never saw anything like this when I lived there but, like everywhere, things change.

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