Another missionary/friend told the story of his trip back to the US for a few months, visiting the churches that supported him. (otherwise know as itinerating). Bubba was a wonderful Good-Ole-Boy (in the best sense possible...) and was wider than he was tall with a southern accent that you could not even slice!
After landing in Wheeling, WVA he is in the largest mall in the area with his wife and children. He realizes that people are stopping, pointing and staring at him. After doing a zipper check he comes to the awful realization that he has his man-clutch very obviously in his hand, attached to his wrist. He ditched that thing faster than a flea on a coon dog...
I still laugh when I thing of that visual. The other thing about Bubba was that I needed an interpreter to understand his English and often wondered how the Haitians did with understanding his Kreol.
My first interaction with the murse/man-clutch was in the early’s 80’s in Haiti. They were used by the males to hold their things and I am told they were popular in Europe at that time; thus that popularity spread to Haiti.
European carry their car registration documents in their murses. They are just about irreplaceable in some countries, apparently.