What Is Your Name?

The emotions were welling up.
I had to bite my lower lip pretty hard just to stop myself from crying. At this point, my shoulders might as well have fallen and, like always, I was lost in the cloud of my thoughts and drowning in the pool of my fears, when this face caught my eye.

As I stared down my nostrils on this little golden brown-skinned face, my racing emotions came to a halt.
Then he smiled, revealing a good part of his dentition along side this spark of innocence in his eyes that I found really captivating.

"What is your name?" Was what he asked me and his companion echoed it.

I walked past them, but I couldn't help the bright grin that fell on my face as I did.

"Such beautiful innocence!" Was all I could say

As I walked on, the question he asked kept resonating. Playing over and again like a broken record.
It was a million dollar question, an inquiry into one's identity.
You see, asking for one's name is like, digging out what one is to be identified with.

So, I let it out of my mouth and found myself regain strength.
It felt like I could crush down every mountain that dared stand in my way at the very moment.

What was it that erupted these emotions again?
How I love alterations!

With my winning smile I bounced into my compound, by this time I was grinning from ear to ear.

My name is Keenye, I am unusual and I am identified with excellence.

What is your name?
(Choose to answer with sincerity)

Remember who you are today and square those shoulders once again!