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 Melissa



In the village

Mzungu (aka white lady)


Miss Melissa