My Name?

To me my name doesn’t seem that hard to spell. C-a-l-e-b just like Caleb from the Bible. But, that’s not the case. Some people think my name is African and spell it, Keleb, that’s not even close. Also, some people try to put a little mexican twist to it and spell it Kẫleb because my dads name is spanish but he is all african american and 0 mexican, but that’s another story. Finally some people just spell it flat out wrong. Kaleb is the most common, Kalep, Kalip, Calib, Celeb which is just weird, and the list goes on and on. So, when a person spells my name right, it feels like a Friday. That’s not even the worst part though. My basketball coaches usually can’t tell the difference between me and my brother automatically, so instead they just call us twin."My coaches are always saying stuff like, “Aye yo Twin, get over here,” and my brother and I have to guess who he is talking about, and if we get it wrong they scream,” no not you the other one!” My coaches have been doing that for so long whenever we walk into any gym in PG County they say,”Oh yea, those are the Marlboro Twins.” So I definitely have a name, but not a consistent name. Some days it’s Caleb, other days it’s not. Some days it’s Twin, some days its not. Some days It’s Kaleb, some days it’s not. The list goes on and on and on. To me my name is Caleb and I will always know myself as Caleb. But the real question is what does everybody else know me as? The only thing I know is that it will never be the same.

~ Caleb W.