craft movement

The first time a sewing machine guy clanged his scissors at me I had one of those paranoid American moments: “Why is he threatening me with his scissors?!” I was running at the time, and I ran faster.

Everybody here lives behind a wall, including Nigeriennes. Maybe behind the wall will be a hut, but there will be a wall or you don’t own the property. As the sewing machine guy strolls around he clangs his scissors open and shut and it sounds like a bell. So, like the ice cream man at home, we hear the sewing machine guy when he’s in the neighborhood. I’ve seen them stop to work at someone’s house, sitting in the entryway to the yard, on the ground, repairing a pile of clothes. I would need an extra arm to work those machines, it has a crank on the side they turn by hand.