My Name
In English, my name means ‘crown.’ Having evolved from the Greek word “Stephanos,” he was the first Christian martyr. When the name Stephen is mentioned somewhere, the mood and feeling of loyalty prevail. Stephen is like a dove, and as humble as a lamb, like a digit two which symbolizes the union of peace.
The root source of my name is from my grandfather, whom I am very proud to be named after. I still remember his ever-smiling face and the long flowing grey hair as he narrated stories for my siblings and me. AS solid as a rock, my grandfather was like Stephen in the Bible, who was rooted to his principles and decisions.
My grand-father is the funniest person I have ever known. I recall how he sang and whistled softly to his cow in the countryside to soothe the cow to drain more milk. To believe in this, he must have had faith like that of Stephen in the Bible. This belief to him was like an American tradition, that of fathers running up down chasing after kids with the working tools. He was hilarious with but with a big heart made of rock.
I try to imagine the faith and loyalty of Stephen In the Bible and that of my grandfather. Although I know y grandfather would not have taken the stoning and beating because of the way he loved granny: I still miss him up to date. May his soul rest in eternal peace. Not only did I inherit his name but also his personality.
At school, my fellow students always refer to me as the Christian martyr in a jokingly way. Anytime the class Is faced with accusations like noise making and the teacher bangs into classrooms. Low voices from the backbenchers can be heard trying to crucify me by proposing I take the punishment for the whole class.
I want to conclude by saying the name will remain to be Stephen, and I have no intention of changing. The name holds many memories of grandpa, and apart from pictures, it is the remaining link between him and me as he rests. I always admired grandpa, and this name shapes me to the person that he was.