What’s in a name? The single mother’s dilemma.

What’s in a name, you might ask? A name speaks volumes; it precedes you, and is sort of a brand. Some names are so long it takes a child the whole of baby class to write them, some love the sound of their name so much they have the same name twice, Miguna Miguna et al. Some are tongue twisters; mispronounced by everyone including the givers: I know a guy who named his kid after Sasha Obama, she must have been born during the ‘yes we can’ campaign. Now the guy cannot for the life of him or his reputation, pronounce it. It’s either Sasa, Shasa, Shasha or any other comical combination of the two syllables, but never Sasha. When Shakespeare alluded that a rose by any other name would still smell as sweet, he must not have been privy to the struggle many single mothers undergo just to give their kids an identity. I will share three of my single mother friend’s predicaments. (Not their real names, I still need friend