I was recently having a discussion with a friend as we strolled home in the evening. We were discussing baby names so i said it’s difficult to blend in a place other than your native land if you have a full-sentence for a name. Especially, if the name is in your local dialect, and you’re raised in a place that speaks a different language. Imagine a name like Abasikponganyanghaowo. I mean, yes, we know it’s only God that saves but why the heck do I have to bear it as a name? Ehn? How can you put me through such stress everytime I want to say my name for the rest of my life? Why must I have difficulty saying my name from classrooms to playgrounds to everywhere else including while filling forms? No respite. In fact, it gets so bad sometimes that you have to say your name maybe like 20times before some people will be able to pronounce half of it. And some people are just so persistent, whoosh! They won’t give up and ask for your short form or nickname or something easy o, they’ll just go ahead and murder the name.
I’ll never fully understand why our parents have to give us such long names for official use. I mean, it’s okay as a pet name y’know, something only they can call you. But for godssake keep the official ones simple. Keep the ntopo-ntopo anying(names with deep connotative meanings) for your personal use. Nobody go steal us for road if our name no long reach na.
Dear parents, on behalf of the yet to be adult kids, help us. Mbok. Biko. If you give us short pronounce-able names, you’ll not die. Tenkiu!