Wednesday, May 25, 2011

My name is Zenzile

My mom picked my brother Gaidi’s name out of a book of African names. It was a thin book I remember, thin and worn with a blue cover. As a girl, I would take it out to flip through every so often and find my brothers listed among a column of male names. Gaidi is an East African name that means Guerilla fighter. The name in the book was underlined I imagined by my mom. I would always look for my name but I knew it wasn’t there. My name was not chosen from this book of names. It was chosen from the back of the album cover of one of my mother’s favorite artists, Jon Lucien a singer songwriter born in the British Virgin Islands. The song entitled “Zenzile” was off the album “Rashida.”

Over the years, my mom came up with several definitions for my name, some she made up, like “to pierce through” because she felt I had very piercing eyes, and some like “hard worker” which we found somewhere vague or heard from someone who heard from someone else that said this was it’s meaning. I started doing internet searches years ago looking for the meaning and all I found, in addition to a French band, the popular book “Zenzele” (everyone who’s read it says I should too) and general dead ends are a couple of women who, having given the name to new born babies, also wanted to know what it meant. All we ever new for sure about the name was that it was South African.

I met a student with the same name over the phone at my job while I was taking down her contact information only last year. It knocked me out when she started spelling it and I was like, she’s spelling my name! But that was pretty much the extent of our conversation. Long before that I had resigned myself to being satisfied with having a name I love but whose meaning I have never really been sure of.

Tonight at a  birthday gathering for my friend and academic mentor, who share my birthday as well,  I met a woman from South Africa who asked me how I got the name Zenzile. She said that it is a very common name in South Africa and a very beautiful name meaning “We have done it” in Zulu. I feel like this one of several wonderful birthday gifts I have received today. I have never known the true meaning of my name before and tonight after completed my 36th revolution around the sun, I now know. And I love it even more.

Monday, May 16, 2011

My Sunbonnet Babies!


My Sunbonnet Babies!
Originally uploaded by Zanalee

I don't really know how to make you understand about this book but it is a book my mom used to read to me when I was a girl and that I read for myself over and over again as soon as I was able. It was one of the many books that sparked my imagination about far off lands, planted the seed of association with Holland to Tulips, Cheese, clogs and windmills and essentially paved the way to my ultimately bookwormness.

I was also obsessed with knowing what the Sunbonnet babies really looked like since they wore the Bonnets in all their books. In this book they briefly trade the Bonnets with their cousins and you finally get to see their faces! That was what passed as a thrill for me as girl! LOL!!

I found this nice cheap copy on Amazon last week and decided to order it hoping it was like the one we had when I was a girl and not some awful reprint. This is a "reprint of the Antique Original Edition" but I flipped through it and smelled the pages (I like smelling book pages, I know, weird) and it's the real thing. It's exactly how I remember it.

Oh I cannot wait to get home and read it to myself again! *Sigh*

Thursday, May 12, 2011

A Reminder


"If I get old
I will not give in.
But If I do,
Remind me of this.

Remind me that
Once I was free.
Once I was cool
Once I was me

And If I sat down
And crossed my arms
Hold me
Until this song.

Knock me out.
Smash out my brains
If I take the chair
and start to talk shit.

If I get old
Remind me of this
That night we kissed
and I really meant it

Whatever happens
If we're still speaking
Pick up the phone
Play me this song"

-Radiohead

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Happy Mothers Day!


Happy Mothers Day!
Originally uploaded by Zanalee

An old photo my dad took of us at the Brooklyn Botanical Garden where mom inspired me at a young age to meditate on the beauty of nature and balance. It's because of her that I love the garden so much. It's one of the many countless precious things she has given me that continues to give back. I love you mommy!