Kushim ! D'aka

Kushim was born in Eastern Sumeria, roughly 5,200 years ago, to a tribe of little note; they being nomadic goat herders.  For the majority of his childhood, that's precisely what he did; and he was given no name for that duration.  

Indeed, names were quite rare.

He was given the name Kushim ! D'aka at 13 years of age; and it would later become known as the first in recorded history; though his life of little note in itself.  Only now do we know his name in it's entirety.  The ritual was as old as memory to his tribe:  The hunt.  As it happens, Kushim wasn't a notably good hunter; commonly frightening away prey, given his less than stealthy nature.

Kushim did indeed make the kill that day; a small rabbit he was able to stun with a stone.  It was considered luck, as he hadn't tracked, so much as stumbled upon it.  So far, this was the first time anyone had done so.  A minor controversy was caused, as a result, and ended with a compromise and that name.

The meaning was "Grass Bender", in reference to his clumsy tracking abilities.  It was at once a joke, a warning, and a sentence.  He would never be a hunter; never a warrior or scout.  His lot was to tend the herd and the herd alone.

In his mind, that was well enough.  He was a capable, yet almost terminally clumsy tracker who was just as easily capable of being tracked, and it was noted that he was lucky no conflict affected their tribe, lest he be killed in even the most minor of confrontations.

Not long after his naming ceremony, and his rise to adulthood, he set out on his own.  He knew a village was located fifty miles North of their Westernmost grazing grounds; though he'd never seen it.  He was fascinated with the idea of strangers; a concept he had yet to encounter en masse.

As his father and tribe elder approved of his venture, the herd was split:  Kushim was given ten goats for his value and to trade for land.  His father would retain the remaining twenty; ten to give with a wife, his sister, and the remaining ten for milk and blood... (to be continued)

An example of a Kushim-signed tablet is present in The Louvre, Paris.  It is one thing to read the narrative of his life, and yet another to see his reality in front of you; his name emblazoned on his own work and, were it not for the glass, you could reach out and touch the very tablet he did.

In an example of reality being stranger than fiction, it is mere record-keeping in relation to barley arrivals and departures, as well as similar facets of temple life.  Our most ancient and important name is recorded primarily upon...  Receipts.

Imagine your last Olive Garden bill being all that was left of you...  Thousands of years in the future...