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My father, Thabo, was a young man of 22, newly-married, when he overheard a conversation that would forever change his life.
He heard his father complaining to friends about how his children did not respect him as much as Thabo did. In this way, inadvertently, Thabo learned that the man who had raised him was not his biological father.
The revelation came as a jolt, but my father decided to honour his adoptive father by keeping his surname. Then he went to look for his birth father, a popular bodybuilder from Lesotho, who periodically lived in Kimberley.
As part of the quest, my parents travelled to the glorious Kingdom of Lesotho in 1981 with their newborn daughter, my older sister. There they found my father's biological father – Monaheng Monyane.
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Growing up, I remember my biological grandfather as a man who was proud of his family history. We learned that we were direct descendants of King Moshoeshoe I. However, a significant language barrier made it difficult for us to understand how we formed part of the royal lineage.
We were raised to speak Setswana.
Unfortunately, our father and grandfather died before my sister, and I could make any sense of our ancestry.
Last year, as I was adjusting to depression medication, a friend sent me a quote by Qwana M. "BabyGirl" Reynolds-Frasier.
"When you follow the ways of your ancestors," it read, "you will never be lost. Let your ancestors be your guiding light."
They were two of the most powerful sentences I had ever read. I sought to learn more about my forefathers, even though I was not carrying their surname.
The first order of business was to know our clan praise.
Ke Mokoena oa Mantsane a Monaheng. Lebeoana la Kali oa Tšolo. Maila-ho-ngoatheloa, ea sa jeleng sengoathoana sa maobane. Ea jang polokoe kaofela.
"I am the tribal crocodile from Mantsane of Monaheng. The calf of Kali, child of Tšolo. He/she who refuses to be rationed. He/she who does not eat leftovers. He/she who eats the entire portion."
A warm feeling of belonging fills me every time I recite these words. With this information on hand and a bit of research, I began my journey of self-discovery, which my soul, and possibly the spirit of our father, yearned for.
I had become accustomed to shrinking myself to please others, continuously pouring from an empty cup.
This left me feeling depleted and riddled with guilt for allowing myself to be treated the way I had been by my family, friends, colleagues, and strangers. It had to start with me working on myself.
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What better way to do that than find the meaning behind my name?
People frown when I give them my full name: Poppy Cynthia Louw. I have often had to explain that I am black, yet I have no African name.
Never mind the surname and the fact that my maternal grandmother, the child of a woman from Namibia, spoke to us in Afrikaans, the closest language to her mother tongue.
My older sister, Lerato, named me after my late aunt, Poppy Cynthia Moss. I recently researched the meaning of the name and my aunt's kind of person.
Poppy is a type of flower from the Papaveraceae family. A bright, colourful, happy-looking flower.
My mother, aunt, and uncle sent me voice notes describing this unicorn of a woman I was named after. She was a loving, happy-go-lucky, friendly and funny person who was beautiful at first sight and loved beautiful things. She always wore a smile on her face and tried to avoid conflict.
I learned from my uncle that I share a zodiac sign with Poppy, giving me an even deeper connection to her.
She loved soccer and was a hard worker in her household duties, including washing and polishing the red stoep. My aunt passed before I was born, so I never got to meet her, but learning about her from family has made me proud to be the one who carries her name—the one chosen to continue her legacy of love, kindness, and living life fully and passionately.
Knowing who I am and where I come from has been the greatest blessing. I am more self-assured, practice self-love, and stop seeking approval from people. I may not have met King Moshoeshoe I, my Aunt Poppy, or many of those who came before me.
But I can hold my head high with the knowledge that my ancestors are always with me and that I am free to accept myself and redefine who I am.
Republished on Parent24 with permission from the BrightRock Change Exchange programme. See the original here.
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