I was called many names this week.
Each has their own special place in my heart. It’s very different to be called by your first name at school, but it was kind of nice. Especially when it’s coming through a window in whispers that (she’s) here or shouted across the playground just because. I felt like a celebrity wherever I went.
At school
Our Visitor
Miss Melissa (or sometimes Merissa)
Aunt Melissa
Auntie Melissa
Madam
Madam Melissa
Mum
Mother
In the village
Mzungu (aka white lady)
Miss
Miss Melissa