A Musician Without A Cause

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It’s 4 PM.

a “baby did you eat today?” kind of love.

a “you’re the first person I told” kind of love.

an “I gotta kiss you before you leave” kind of love

an “I love you” before we say bye kind of love.

an “I noticed that you need this so I got it for you” kind of love.

a “we’re not going to bed til we’ve made up” kind of love.

a wipe my tears away kind of love.

a nonstop joke fest until I smile again kind of love.

a goofy smile when I walk in the room kind of love.

a hold me until my panic attack passes kind of love.

a rub my back after work kind of love.

My family is from Nigeria, and my full name is Uzoamaka, which means “The road is good.” Quick lesson: My tribe is Igbo, and you name your kid something that tells your history and hopefully predicts your future. So anyway, in grade school, because my last name started with an A, I was the first in roll call, and nobody ever knew how to pronounce it. So I went home and asked my mother if I could be called Zoe. I remember she was cooking, and in her Nigerian accent she said, “Why?” I said, “Nobody can pronounce it.” Without missing a beat, she said, “If they can learn to say Tchaikovsky and Michelangelo and Dostoyevsky, they can learn to say Uzoamaka.”

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