Black script lettering reading Hakuna Matata, with It means no worries beneath it, on a plain white background, shown as a lettering design rather than a tattoo on skin.

Hakuna Matata lettering design

Lettering · Black and grey · Flash

The image shows the words Hakuna Matata in a flowing dark grey script with large looped capitals, followed by a smaller decorative serif line reading It means no worries. The linework is solid and even, with no shading, and the text is centred on a plain white background. The composition is a simple horizontal layout with the second line offset to the right.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The sourdough had collapsed in the back of the proving cabinet at half past three, and I was already reaching for the bin when Dilys put a hand on my wrist. She didn't look up from the tray of rye she was scoring. 'Hakuna matata,' she said, in the flat voice she kept for the till and the gas man. 'Put the kettle on, love. It's still a loaf.'

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I had learned the phrase from a film years before she let me near the ovens, and I had always thought it sounded like a kindness. Dilys was less sure. She said her husband Ray had brought the words back from a holiday, that they came from a language she could never pronounce and meant nothing more than no worries, and that he had said them to every customer who grumbled about the price of a split tin.

So we worked the dough by hand, folding it on the steel table while the radio on the shelf crackled through the shipping forecast. Outside, the high street was grey and empty, a single bin lorry grinding past the shutters. I kept waiting for the familiar tightening in my chest, the one that counted every mistake, but it didn't come. The loaf rose slowly, and so did the light behind the glass.

At six the first van pulled up and the driver shouted a joke through the open door. Dilys slid the collapsed loaf onto the rack by the window, its crust split open like an old map, and sold it at half price to the boy from the flats who always came for the ends. 'Best thing you'll eat all week,' she told him, and he grinned as if she had solved something for him.