Dreams of Kente

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hen I was notified about my interview for an internship at Hemma, it was only one hour from the designated time. In that one hour, I changed, got lost, ripped a map apart, took the subway, and finally arrived at 146th street, where Hemma’s showroom was located. In the midst of the flurry, I mentally rehearsed answers to generic interview questions, as well as contingent reasons to explain my lateness. I also tried to recollect what I had read about the brand – an independent fashion line that uses Kente, a fabric used by the royalty in 17th-century Ghana. So when I managed to reach the showroom on time, I felt that I had probably exhausted all my luck for the day. But as I opened the door with a key that Edna Bissoon – one of Hemma’s designers – had thrown out of the window, I was already starting to see that my prior apprehension might have been unneces13 sary. Indeed, when I finally met my would-be

by Justina Lee

bosses in person, I understood what the ad meant when it emphasized a “warm, friendly, and professional working environment.” The two designers, Edna and Cindy Gaston, were both very genial and talkative. Besides, there was also the almostcreepy connection that we discovered during the interview. Not only are both designers recent NYU alums (they graduated from CAS in 2008), Edna also found out that she had lived – during her freshman year – in the exact same room I am now living in (we later confirmed that we were at least on different beds). FROM GREENWICH TO GHANA The subject turned to that room again as the two best friends recollected how they first met each other. “Was it when you first came over to my room?” An unsure Edna turns to her partner for confirmation. The story that later


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