How Zebra Got His Stripes African Folktale Scarf

R 790.00

This scarf is undoubtedly a unique piece. If you like to wear fashion that turns heads and gets noticed, this is the perfect scarf to add to your collection. Wear it over your hair as a fabulous headscarf or tie it around your neck for a real fashion statement. It would also look well worn tied around a bun (for those who can tame those curls).

The Zebra folktale scarf is part of the African Folklore print collection. Donning this piece enables you to become a part of the story it tells. You are in control - when wearing it, you will be creating your own story. Wear your African pride on your sleeve (or neck, or hair) with this amazing scarf.

Size: 120cm x 120cm, our scarves are printed on a light silk/satin fabric, which makes caring for your scarf easy but still gives it a luxurious look and feel.


Long ago, when animals were still new on Earth, the weather was very hot and what little water there was remained in small pools. One of these was guarded by a proud old baboon.

‘I am the lord of the water,’ he said when other animals came to drink. ‘You may not have my water.’

One day, a pure white zebra came down to the pool to drink (in those days all zebras were white). The baboon, who was sitting by his fire, jumped up. ‘Go away,’ he barked.

‘The water is for everyone, not just for you, monkey-face,’ said the zebra.

‘Oh yes?’ the baboon responded. ‘Then you’ll have to fight me for it.’

The baboon rushed at the zebra and soon they were locked in fierce combat. Finally, with a mighty kick, the zebra sent the baboon flying high into the rocks of the cliff behind them. He landed with a smack on his backside and today it’s still hairless from the abrasion.

But the zebra, dazed from the battle, staggered and fell into the baboon’s fire. Being too tired to get out quickly, the logs on the fire-scorched him, leaving stripes across his white fur. The shock sent the zebra galloping away to the plains, where he has stayed ever since. The baboon and his family, however, remain high up among the rocks where they bark defiance at all strangers and hold up their tails to ease the smarting of their bald patches.