Morse Code

Some messages weren’t meant to be spoken …𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐃𝐄 was worn.

Ajala didn’t just wear prints, he wore signals.
Thin and thick lines, layered in rhythm, hidden in plain sight.
His fabric carried messages only the bold could decode.

A journalist. A traveler. A tactician.
Every outfit a statement. Every pattern a clue.

Now, you wear that message.
Lowkey loud. Boldly encrypted.