My Name: A good fit
My name is Shakira, like the famous Colombian singer. I don’t sing or dance, but I like to see and listen to both. A beautiful soul, who’s so humble and smart.
My grandma named me and I wear the name proudly. I like when people start to say “Shakira the singer?” Because they begin to start dancing and singing, and that puts me in a great mood.
My grandma was the best, although she isn’t here anymore, physically. But spiritually, I continue to carry on the best name she gave me. She did so much for me and our family that I don’t know how and what I could’ve done to repay her. Now that she’s gone, it makes it even harder, but I know she would have wanted me to keep my head up and be strong, just how she did when she battled the toughest things in life.
I fit my name in so many ways. I had the curliest hair when i was born , the most greenest eyes , the softest pale skin and the most reddest, squeezable cheeks of all baby time. I was also very loud and sang a lot when I was much younger and danced horribly a lot. I now see why my grandma named me Shakira!
I get a great feeling when everyone seems to know and remember my name. I mean c’mon, I’m named after an international superstar. It does get annoying sometimes, when the singing and mocking from others does not stop. But it’s all okay because as long as I like my name, I have no problem.