My Namesake (cont’d)

“Whuddabout the othuh name?” I asked. “Whea you git Oshea from?” “I got it from this music artist I used tuh like,” my dad answered, again with little explanation. I thought through the old-school artists I knew my dad listened to, but the name Oshea did not jog my memory of late-80’s/early-90’s hip hop and…

My Namesake

I told my friend I liked him once but I guess he didn’t return the feelings, and he turned me down. I was hopelessly rejected. I was distraught. I was alone. I was single. He didn’t want me. But to be honest, I was none of those things besides single. I had little to no…