Waringa



I love my name, Waringa.
As my father's first daughter, I'm named after his mother.
This was the name I was called the first 12 years of my life, started
using my baptism name in high school.
Waringa  is derived from  karinga, a traditional Kikuyu metal cup for
 measuring and serving drinks.
It's been on my mind for years to revert to this name.
Kampala was perfect for this; new job, new city, new beginning.
Now I'm officially known as Waringa and it feels
I'm finally coming home to myself.

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