Professional Documents
Culture Documents
My Name - Sample
My Name - Sample
My Name - Sample
I was named after a girl that my mother didnt like. She was a red-boned, long-haired
girl in white knee socks and a fresh pleated skirt with a country accent that everybody picked
on. After the bell rang she ran home from school with rowdy, rough kids from the west side of
town nipping at the heels of her polished bucks. Where you runnin, Lettuce? they yelled, but
she had cleared the the flight of what seemed like a thousand stairs and was safely inside
before could hear the daily slaughtering of her name. When she hung her coat on the wooden
coatrack in the hall, she was just, Celetta; and now so am I: Celetta Motumia Williams.
Let me say, for years I hated my middle name; it was a source of pride for my mother, a
name that to her celebrated the new found black is beautiful, Black Pride, Black Panther, pro-
Africa agenda. The semester of Swahili, left her with the desire to push a Black to Africa
agenda right into my middle name. She always told me that it meant lady but at the age of 10,
I didnt get it. My last name was my fathers and even after they divorced and I didnt see him
regularly because of his new wife and kid, it was the one thing that I got to keep.
why, because I would have gladly traded in all of my names for just one. Through the years
some tried to assign nicknames: CC, Letta but none seemed to stick. I even tried to call
myself Lettie-Bo in the early eighties and Essence was a self-ascribed MC but nothing stuck.
What I did get, was a ton of mispronunciations and batterings of my first name; nobody, ever
knew my middle one until I could handle the jokes that would follow. Then in 1988, it all
changed. Catching the bus home from Castlemont High and walking to my house, I would
always be greeted by men of all ages with, Mizlady, why dont you smile? They said it so much
that I began to adopt it as my nickname and when people would ask my name, particularly boys,
Later in life, after I had my first child my mother confessed that she named my after that
girl in high school because she actually admired her. She was jealous of how pretty and smart
My Name
she was and one day she stopped being one of her tormentors and stood up for her; beating up
several of the kids that didnt understand the reason for her sudden change of heart. At first, I
was puzzled but I began to understand. Her confession helped me to not only embrace that
name by my middle name too and I became proud to have a name that left me with something
to aspire to. Now, at 45, I am comfortable with being confident in my beauty and my brains and
the the fact that I am not only a woman, Im a Lady and her foresight has given me something