Join me during the month of April as I blog through the alphabet. My theme will be What’s In A Name. I will attempt to write up a short fictional character sketch beginning with a different letter of the alphabet each day. Remember that a place can also be a character.
Kiki
“It’s Kiki, not Kiko!” Why can’t they get that through their heads. I always call others by their name, not by someone else’s name. How would they like it? That guy that just called me Kiko, his name is William and he is called Bill. How would he like it if I called him Bob instead of Bill? That’s what he’s doing to me. Kiko is the nickname for Frank or Francisco. Kiki, my name, is the nickname for Enrique which is Spanish for Henry. Frank and Henry are two entirely different names. So are Kiko and Kiki. I’ve told people that before but it doesn’t stick in their heads. Geesh!
I know that I just correct them politely and smile and go on and the next time I see them, they call me Kiko again. I never even told them or inferred that they could call me anything but my real name. Why are they assuming they can use the friendly and familiar Kiko? Even if it were my name, they shouldn’t assume they could call me that. Only my friends and my familia get to call me that! I guess it’s my fault because I don’t forcefully correct anyone. I just smile and gloss over it. That’s how my parents raised me but I wish they had raised me differently. I wish I could stand up to them and put my finger in their chest and tap it with every word: “MY NAME IS ENRIQUE, NOT KIKO OR FRANK OR ANYTHING ELSE. REMEMBER THAT!”
Red faced and fuming, Kiki walked off, knowing that nothing would ever change. This was who he was. He corrected people politely and they didn’t pay attention. He wondered what it would be like to be Frank. Maybe Kiko would have better luck!
Wasted Days And Wasted Nights 