What's in a name? A poem by Kazeem Adio
What's
in a name? I sometimes ask myself
John,
Dagan, Amaka, Ademola or Abdullahi
It
sticks forever to your chest, Just like a birth mark
It often
tells where we're from and with whom our mama had laid
Were you
born in the woods, on a sunny day or when it rained?
Did you
marry an Obasanjo, a Clinton or a Dangote?
Or like
in some cultures, is it the sound coming out of a breaking plate?
What's
in a name, I ask again?
Most
ladies get married and add one more to their names.
A proud
Mrs frowns when addressed only by her maiden name.
Even a
dog wags its tail proudly when he hears being called
I've
seen where a dying man when called by his name, came back to life
The same
way I have witnessed others die, when called by their chosen name
And how
same has inspired many, when a mention of their hero"s name is made.
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