Say my name...bitch

so a coupla days ago i discovered that a soul i consider a friend didn't even know my damn name!...and REACT i did, quite over the top but needed to make a point. white people so often exist within a comfort realm of sorts - not having to understand any other language but english and not having to even know how to greet in any one of the 9 other indegenous official SA languages. this freaks me out completely, considering the numbers of black people expected to be literate/proficient in a far-from-mother-tongue language in order to earn consideration as an integral part of society and be useful and progressive in the majority of all thriving world communities. this is the kinda shit that has our parents' names changed to "sarah", "jacob" and "patricia" just to make it easy for the madam and baas.

so when i candidly asked "what's his name" to merely spell/say my name, and his response was far from what i introduced myself as, i hit the roof! in all of the seven occassions that we have fellowshiped and clearly connected, he has not once attempeted to say "Sibongile", never mind even ask me to tell him my name again...to which i would have obliged, with a smile that bites back at his ignorance, but nonetheless, i would have! and his ultimate excuse...wait for it..."i'm bad with names"! oh shit nigga, you didn't just say that!

for every 5 calls i take at work, 3 motherfuckers can't say my name...my natural response is to first tutor (5 attempts, afterwhich i give up on you if you can't say it...but at least you tried!)...and if you don't ask for spelling/pronouciation/mea

ning, i assume you're on point!

my name is a fundamental part of who i be...it is permission for another to get to know me and engage with me...it tells (though short) a story of where i come from and where i'm going (depending on how i pronounce it)...so your sorry ass better say my name RIGHT bitch!