Daily Prompt: Write about your first name: Are you named after someone or something? Are there any stories or associations attached to it? If you had the choice, would you rename yourself?
My first name starts from the 20th letter of the aLphabet, ’ T ‘.
Miss Toya Homa Rai
Originally spelled as ‘ Tonya’ , (nose stress here!) my grandfather named my sisters and me after our mother tongue language. Being a ‘ Rai ‘ (my surname), I belong to the Indigenous Group of my country and hence, we have a separate set of mother tongue and culture. Even when our parents had already named my sisters and myself on our rice feeding ceremony , our grandfather named us all after our mother tongue language. My name means something like .. NOT TELLING YOU. NA -AH. I never tell ANYONE the meaning of my name.
I never got a chance to find out and understand why I was named Toya Homa because it never occurred as a strange name inside my family. All my cousins and siblings had names kept from our mother tongue and it was never a big issue except when we were at school. Now when I think of it, I should have asked my grandfather or, at least my grandmother about my name. I should have slept on their laps and listened to the hopes they carried when they kept my name.
I used to really hate my name when I was a teenager. I thought everyone around me had really normal and feminine names and I was stuck with a name that often made people think I was a boy. My friends made all sorts of names out of my pretty name. My worst moments were during the introduction round where I had to repeat my name three times on a slow pace and the teacher wouldn’t still get it. I didn’t knew students could change their names during the district level examination of grade 8. I was furious when I couldn’t change my name. Hell, even my passport got stamped with the very name.
But now, I am tired of thinking over my name. There are still moments when I wish my grandfather could have chosen another name that sounded more simple and feminine. But now, I ‘ve grown over the agony. I LOVE my name I know it’s almost a common name but my name is still very unique. People tell me it sounds like a Japanese or Chinese name and I am often asked if I was from Japan. Well, that’s a perk of having a very outside- the-box name and I know, I am going to carry my grandfather’s love and name my children from my own mother tongue and they will be loving it. Because I am going to love them with their pweetee names