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Mellisa Tinotenda Muringani aka MEL

A Brave Women story from Zimbabwe; where Mel grew up.

" I have a new conservation hero, her name is Karen Paolillo. Karen’s newly published book, ‘A Hippo Love Story’ is an account of her brave life in Zimbabwe, which began in 1990 when she and her French husband, Jean-Rodger, first settled alongside the Turgwe River. The river is home to numerous hippo families, and one particular hippo family that became a central part of this important story; as Karen’s life became intertwined with theirs. The book opens with Karen’s first Turgwe hippo encounter (a pretty terrifying experience!). In fact, any ‘normal’ person would be traumatized by such an event –  but Karen is not ‘normal’ – and I mean this in the best way possible. How many other humans spend six hours a day in the company of hippos? How many people would willingly risk their own lives for these animals, battling drought, floods and worst of all, human greed? It takes guts, perhaps even madness! This is Karen’s life, a life dedicated to saving her beloved hippos."

What inspires you about PICHULIK?

Mel say's: "She fell in love with PICHULIK because it's not your run of the mill jewelry, it's unique and different Kat encourages us on a daily bases to be creative and supports us in anyway she can, to grow us, and is enriched by life."

Mel's first creative spurt was a bracelet:

The Hodari Bracelet meaning brave/courage's in Swahili), a twisted interlinked piece which can be adjusted according to size of the wrist.

What is your Fav. PICHULIK piece and why?

The Golden Fold

Mel says this piece speaks for its self; it's bold and beautiful and makes me feel like a Brave Women when I wear it.

Who is the Brave Women you aspire to be like?

Phenomenal Woman

by Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me. 

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