Kganya twitched her nose a couple of times. She opened her eyes slowly. She saw a wardrobe at the end of the room, and it wasn’t hers. This one seemed smaller, and it didn’t have a full body-length mirror between the doors. She decided to wake up and sit up straight so she could see where she was. She was shocked to find out that she was sleeping on a mattress that was laid on the floor. She wasn’t in her big, comfortable bed.

“Where am I?” Kganya asked herself in confusion.

Someone got inside the room and headed straight for the wardrobe. It was a girl who was about her age, judging by her height. She opened the wardrobe and took out a big plastic bag. This girl was humming a song, and it seemed that she didn’t see her here on the mattress. Should she say hello to her? No, that would startle her, she thought.

“Hmm-uhm.” Kganya cleared her throat. So much for not startling her.

This girl stopped on her tracks, and looked in Kganya’s direction as if Kganya had caught her stealing.

“I woke you up, didn’t I?” she said in a scared voice. “Gogo Lesedi told us not to wake you up.”

Gogo Lesedi? She was at Gogo Lesedi’s place?

“No, you didn’t. I was already awake.” Kganya assured her.

“Thank goodness,” the girl sighed.

“Where am I?” Kganya asked, to be certain.

“What do you mean, where you are, don’t you know how you got here?” This girl stepped closer.

Kganya shook her head.

“Really? You don’t know?”

Kganya started to be worried now. She shook her head again, biting the insides of her bottom lip.

“Oh my, you poor thing. You are at Gogo Lesedi’s place, at Gogo’s, and this room you are in right here is a room for the initiates.”

“Room for the initiates?” Kganya hated being confused because it made her look dumb, but this girl responded kindly to her questions. She didn’t look at her as if she was crazy.

“Yes, the initiates, you know, like, people with Callings and Gifts, who are initiated by Gogo Lesedi? How don’t you know this but you are sleeping in here?” The girl sat down on Kganya’s mattress, near her legs, looking at her.

“I… I don’t know how I got here.”

“You don’t know how you got here? Were you not brought by your family?”

Kganya shook her hand.

“Strange. Because the initiates here were brought by their family members, and some were fetched from their family by Gogo herself. So, I think you need to get up and go see Gogo. She will explain everything to you.” She placed her hand on Kganya’s leg over the blanket and soothed her. Kganya felt her tension vanish.

Kganya didn’t know this girl but she loved her already. And come to think of it, she didn’t know her name, and she hers.

“Hey, we haven’t introduced each other,” the girl said, as if she had read Kganya’s mind. She softly clapped her hands twice and said, “I am Nthabiseng, and you are?”

“I’m Kganya.” She wasn’t sure whether she should clap twice like her or what, so she just said it and left it at that.

“Kganya? Like light? Wow! That’s the most beautiful name I have ever heard.”

“Thank you.” Kganya blushed.

Someone barged into the room. It was Gogo Lesedi.

Nthabiseng shot up on to her feet. “Gogo,” she said, and clapped her hands twice, bending her knees a little.

“Nthabiseng, I see you have met Kganya.” Gogo Lesedi turned to Kganya and gave her a gentle look. “How did you sleep?”

Kganya wasn’t sure how to respond. Her head was still spinning from what Nthabiseng had just told her. She had a lot of questions, and to be honest, she was overwhelmed. Her thoughts were scattered: that she didn’t know what had happened while she slept. When she had gone to sleep, she was in her own bed. Now she woke up on a mattress on the floor, in Gogo Lesedi’s place, whom she hadn’t seen in, like, five months.

“Fine, thanks,” she lied.

“Good. Here are the clothes you will wear. Nthabiseng, help her put them on, and show her to the kitchen for breakfast. After that bring her to my hut, OK? We have a lot to do.”

“Yes, Gogo.” Nthabiseng clapped her hands twice and bent her knees a little.

Gogo Lesedi put the clothes on a stool nearby and left.

Tell us: Does your name have a special meaning, and what is it? Is there another name you wish you had instead?