A tourist was walking in the street. In one sunny day eyes fixed On this one woman. The noise fumes made the rising sun. She was carrying a local basket in it there were green leaves. What intrigued this new comer was the dressing. This woman tied a wrapper in his head, tied another wrapper in her wrist. And she put on her black plastic shoes. The art in the wrappers flowers Manifested a true African touch. Now this visitor took out a camera repeating what happened at Mulanje Capturing beauty scenery Roaring of water falls and birds reciting fire that burns anger into serene. The wrapper linens design was artists inside the mind of this visitor. This picture was worth to capture. The woman in the streets represented us a centre of attraction a reserve to be.Conserved Globalization never meant cultural delusion. Fashion was not always paris New york or Barcelona, it was a visitor waiting for a tailor to finish making the wrapper shirt. Madiba style with no designer. Name only, a proud of generations.