There’s an old shawl lying on my bed and writing this editorial I realize that it has been with me for almost all of my life—like a number of things in my family. It came along with my mother when she got married and I remember having appropriated it in my early teens. A sort of aso oke called achi, it is now a faded blue-grey colour and even the images on it, of chameleons, is faded as well. Yet, it remains a treasured heirloom and I wonder now how much longer I will have it and how much longer it would keep, a decade yet, two, more? Full Editorial.