One day you’ll be lying proudly on your owner’s table… then suddenly, you’re folded away and replaced by a newer linen cloth. Or you’re tossed into a corner during winter — “you’ve gotten lighter,” she says.
Then comes the bag. The bale. The goodbye.
Next thing you know, you’re in Gikomba in Nairobi. Forgotten. Confused. Waiting for a new owner. Or worse — to be discarded and landfilled, or burnt.
I was one of them. A curtain from the EU. Unwanted… until Off Cut Kenya found me. They reimagined me. Now I’m the Pat Jacket you see here. And the Linda Pants? She too was born from leftover cuts.
So you see, with friends like Off Cut, second-hand doesn’t mean second-best.
It means second chance. A new life. A new body. A new story.
I hope you get to write a new story soon.