There’s a story behind my name. My mother went to the hospital for pregnancy check-ups and she was told I was going to be a boy. She cried day and night, why? She didn’t want a boy. My birth day came and she was surprised that she was giving birth to a baby girl. My name means ‘beautiful accepted prayer’. My name means ‘positive, beautiful and accepted’. That is why I associate everything positive and beautiful with my name.


This piece of writing was created as part of the WritingMe Writing Clubs with Sophumelela High School, Western Cape. Find out more here.