Mongolian name-giving tradition: the family gathers and writes down their suggestion for the baby’s name on a piece of paper. Then you put the suggestions into a bowl of uncooked rice, from which the parents pick a piece of paper et voilà – your baby has a name. Although now I’m not sure how many people actually practice this – but it’s how I got my name!
My full name is a 19 letters long Tibetan Goddess’ name (even though I’m Mongolian…) which is impossible to pronounce. So I got the nickname Yanjaa – a name that very few people master to say. Be a dear, be unique, be among the elite – press play and say my name.
Old picture from Kenya
