EIGHT-YEAR-OLD me did not like my name.
And after the birth of baby North West, I have a feeling she too might not be too happy with mamma Kim and poppy Kanye.
After the news of baby North, a couple of workmates in the newsroom were discussing other "different" names parents have called their children, including Pirate, Camera, Satchel and Blanket.
A baby's name is important. You have to choose carefully because one day a baby is going to be an adult.
A name has the power to make someone proud or send them straight to changing their name.
There were many times I wanted to change mine to Sarah or Jessica and it wasn't until I was older that I appreciated it.
I have been at the end of a lot of jokes, confusing looks and a few aliases I didn't know I had.
At university, a guy I lived in college with for three years always called me "Fal".
But one day, while standing at the bain marie scooping another bland college meal, he yelled out: "Hey Falcon, what's happening, how are you?"
I looked behind me, no one was there; surely he is not talking to me, I thought. But he was. "Falcon," he yelled again, this time looking straight at me.
I told him my name was not Falcon, but Fallon. He looked at me in shock.
"You are joking, Falcon." There was an awkward silence, except for a couple of crickets going off inside my head.
"Really, your name is not Falcon? I thought your parents were just Ford enthusiasts."
I laughed, joking that my parents were criminals; that's why they called me Felon.
When it comes to your name, embrace it.
It can be one interesting piece to the intricate puzzle that is you.
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