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Many people ask me about my name and assume their own ideologies. So,…I’ll take a moment to address that inquiry.
Intrinsically, I am an eclectic woman…diversified in talent, can be salacious, and “sassy” to my core.
SassC’ is re-verbed for a name given to me by my grandmother, MiMi. Being a military brat and living abroad I spent as much time with “granny” whenever my family and I were stateside. Oh, how I miss her! 😦 In essence, I inherited many of her characteristics. Perhaps this my be the reason[s] why she never spanked me…a mirror of herself, reflectively, and she spoiled me “ripe”.
Nevertheless, I knew when she called me “Sassy”, emphatically, that was indicative that she was distraught with my “sassiness” …[mouth], and those episodes compelled the attentiveness of my father. I must have been born with the gift of “articulation”…if you will. Anyway, MiMi very seldom reported most of my rambuctious behavior, but when she did, eh, my father, with his cool but stearn persona would line me up like a toy soldier…”Madame, [and that was worst than being called sassy…more like facing a firing squad], your grandmother has told me that you were a bit sassy today”, whereof, he would either give me a severe reprimand or pop me on my behind; depending upon the severity of my antics.
Eh, I loathed that name as a child because it meant that I was in trouble.
Fast forward into my future…
“Pamela” is a very common name. While attending my first year in college, [moons ago] there were more than five or six of us with that name in class, and several of us would raise our hand for answers to discussion questions. It was during an economics lecture that Mrs. Patilla stopped the progression of her lecture and asked, “each of you with the name Pamela, stand and give me a nickname.” Simultaneously, she beamed right at me and said ‘everyone but you, Missy.” I thought…WTF! After each nickname submission, she looked to me and said these wrods, “I have the perfect name for you…from now on I will call you [“SASSY”]! I thought that I had entered the twilight zone! Why would she? How dare she call me by that name? Of course, I rebuked that insinuation.
I approached her a few days later and told her that, “as a child I resented that name because it meant that I was in deep trouble with my granny and my Father.” I asked, “Mrs Patilla, what possessed her to call me by that name?’ She, being tiggled by my reasons for loathing that name,”answered, “because you are one of the most brazen, smart, and articulate persons that I have taught in the years that I have been teaching…{“SASSY”}…it is your core essence!” From that day, I have owned that name. The only difference is, I dropped the “Y” and added the “C”…which now means…”Sassy and Convinced…SassC”. 🙂
Solieil… “the illumination of energy, or “solar: the Sun.” My mother would say “when I see you coming, I start panting…would you be still, please!’ I have always been one in perpetual motion. I do not sleep long hours. I wake up before the Sun, comtemplating the agenda for my day…with praise and grateful for the privilege of living to see the rise of another sun after the dusk. It is essential that I fill my day[s] with something productive. I am innately gifted; with diverse talents: decorator, designer {you shall see some of my work here}. I love gardening…it’s so lavitating to see what you can cultivate with your hands…reading; the catalysts for knowledge, other than surrounding yourself with intelligent people, and writing; an expenditure that make logistical those things that are formulated within the mind..are core favorites that keeps me energized and focused!!!
“Soliel” ..the smile of exuberance…sunbeams from my face”, are illuminations of accentuating the positive, even in the mist of turbulent times. Those times are stepping stones to my milestones…and I know that hard times are antonyms for the good times. Joy and pain are, truly, like sunshine and rain. They are both, one in the same. So, I keep a smile on my face and my “ass moving!” “Free your mind and your Ass__ets” will follow; is my motto.
Shakoor…is a name that I assumed from my significant other. He is a Muslim. Eh, no I do not wear a berka, or bow down to any man other than “God [Allah] and my Father. I think the logistics of the name flows and coalesces with my “core essence.”
SassC’ Soliel Shakoor…
aka..SassC’frass! ….Sassy, Convinced, and, Free… but the Ass is not for sale! Unbossed and Unbought! 🙂
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