I wanted to share a different type of poem this week and came across this one! I think a lot of people will be able to relate.
We all know at least one person who has an indigenous name but for some reason moved to an English speaking country and felt the need to alter their name to be more accepted.
I wouldn’t even lie, I was guilty of that, I just couldn’t be bothered with repeating my Yoruba name over and over again, so I shortened one of my middle names to make it easier for people… from Abisola to Abi… fuck!!
You know, it is really annoying, yes English is my first language so when I moved to America the names were second nature, but I honestly feel like most Americans I came across were just in their own world and didn’t want to be taken out of their comfort zone.
I also think that for a lot of us, there was just a default setting to want to fit in as easily and quickly as possible, accents changed, names shortened and we adopted a new way of living almost immediately…
I know I met tons of people like this… anyway, enough of my rambling.
Listen and Enjoy.