Novel & Cerita African American Names

And turning to Okayo, he said, "Bed mos osiepa. Ne openja mana nyingi (stay calm, my friend. She only asked me your name)." "That's bizarre! You know I don't like African names. The boys only give their kids single names as though they are frogs," she said and scribbled something on the upper right end of the blank page. "You wrong, madam! But they give me another name in school. It was... sorry, my head have forget." The lady smirked arrogantly and, glancing at Oboo, shook her head in dismay.

I said. "Is that so? What kind of job? Wait, don't tell me that it was…" "No, no, no, it's nothing like that, he made that pretty clear. His name is Malcolm Balogun..," "Balogun? Isn't that a Nigerian name?" Kendra asked with a raised brow. "How do you know it's a Nigerian name?" I was curious to know how she knew that. "I've heard it before…and I’m also quite versed and exposed to other parts of the world, you know,” She claimed, “He's black, right?" Kendra asked.

Natalia answered her unspoken question. MJ nodded. Mosetsana snorted and muttered under her breath, “If Carmen is a business deal.” This earned her a jab on the ribs by Natalia. Mosetsana looked up and found MJ staring at her. She smiled at MJ and said, “Sorry, I don’t remember if we have been introduced before.” She said warmly and extended her hand to MJ. “My name is Mosetsana, short for Mosetsanagape, but the people here can’t pronounce my name, so they either call me Mosetsana or Fredah.”

She paused as the Black Mamba used his well spread chest hair to wipe down all the tears in Imani’s eyes. “DEAR KATONDE ,AM YOURS AND THAT IS SEALED ,THAT IS PERMANENT. I AM HERE FOR YOU .I AM READY FOR THE GOOD MOMENTS AHEAD .AM READY FOR THE BEAUTIFUL CHILDREN WE ARE GOING TO SIRE .I AM READY FOR BABY TASHA,DOREEN AND KATONDE JUNIOUR.I WILL NAME THEM BY MY FAVOURITE FIRSTNAMES AND THE REST OF THE TWO NAMES I SHALL LEAVE THEM TO YOU TO NAME “Imani expressed her emotions so passionately to an extent of not fearing anything. Romance rented the air .

"It doesn't matter, you just have to include the names I chose to the ones you already picked. By the way what names have you chosen." "Emma and Ava," she replied without sparing her a glance. Her mother never approved of any of her decisions and Elena always ended up agreeing to her especially when she growled at her. That was why she avoided eye contact with her. "What a ridiculous name, nothing African about those names. Anyway, I know it's Anthony that suggested those names and he would choke to death if I disagree with him." She chuckled as she spoke, Elena couldn't help but grin as she wondered at the thoughts that might be running through her mother's mind.

“Daddy, I don’t have a South African name. Everybody has, except me. I want my own.” “Oh.” I scratch the base of my neck, Joshua snickers behind me. My knowledge on South Africa is limited. El hasn’t taught me anything new. Brianna bats her lashes at me, gaze filled with expectations. “We will find one for you after the wedding, okay?” She shakes her head. “Not okay. I already got one name.” Relief fleets through me. “Which one?”

I said. “I’ve often wondered why we’re forced to say African American to be politically correct when not all black people are from Africa. If I was from Jamaica, I think I’d take offense,” Nora mused. “We’re called white and don’t take offense by it. In fact, I think I’d take greater offense if I was referred to by a false nationality such as Irish American when I was of Polish or Russian descent or something like that. It’s the same as calling a Jamaican born an African American because of his skin color.” “It’s too political for me to get caught up in,” I warned. “The world is too unstable to even state such an opinion as that these days. You’re bound to offend someone with it.”

“Mama.” “Yaa, I heard you got a new job.” Yaa is my Ghanaian name. Mama likes to call us by our Ghanaian names because she doesn’t want us to forget our roots, even though we’ve only been to Ghana less than six times. Yaa is the name given to a girl born on Thursday. Ray’s Ghanaian name is Abena. She was born on a Tuesday. Names given to children based on the day they were born are called soul names or kradin in Twi -Mama’s native language- and they are very important in the Ghanaian culture.

And during their marriage, had three boys: my father and my twin uncles. Nana Gianni had to provide for her young children when Enam died three years later. She remarried two more times and had three more children. My two aunties and my other uncle, Mark. But she demanded to keep her first husband's last name. She also made sure that her children would have Enam's last name. It was the reason why she annulled her second marriage. My last name isn't Ethiopian. It's Ghanian, more specifically Akan. Gyamfi means warrior, which perfectly defines my Nana. I think it's pretty awesome.

Angelina giggled, "A girl?" "Yeah". "What about a son like you?" Angelina pouted, caressing his chest. "Boys are stubborn". "What should we name her?". "What do you suggest?". "Bell is the godmother and she wants her Goddaughter to have her name" Angelina responded, liking the chocolate melted in her mouth. "That's good, but we are giving her your local name also," Nathaniel asked. "Yeah, I know" Angelina laughed, "She's going to have many names because Yorubas give child names" she grinned, as she rested her head on his thighs.