I am fascinated by the origin of names and faces, by this I mean I like to work out where its owners come from. I guess there are a whole lot of people who are curious too. Whenever I go out to banks, offices etc I never come back without being asked where my surname originated from and if the spelling had been changed because the name should have a ‘ski’ or something else at the end not a ‘shie’. Can you imagine my surprise when I came face to face with the almost co- owner but whose name ended with ……’ski’.
When I say what my birth country is, the response is REALLY!! It is followed by shock at my saying where I come from. Then I am told nicely, may be I should consider checking into my ancestral tree because the name sounds like….Polish, South African or Zimbabwe, which are all very far from Ghana. For me, it’s has been a fantastic means of connecting with people and a great talking point.
The best occasion was at Heathrow Airport when there was a long and amusing chat while my passport was being checked in. Now, I have a choice of entering the hugging arms of what I call ‘honorary country families.’ I can take comfort in the fact that no one is an island in this world of ours because as I watch TV I hear languages that sound the same, names that are similar but are of different languages and with different meanings. All I can say is “We are one people.”.