Walking towards me are two black men. One is tall and the other is short. It is getting late so I stop them to ask for a middle name. They look suspicious. The tall one shakes his head. 'You don't have one?' I say. I look towards the other. He also shakes his head. I get the feeling they don't like me.
'I might have one', says the tall one in a quiet voice. 'But I don't think you'd understand it'. I ask him to try me. He does. I repeat it. He smiles broadly. 'It means by the grace of God', he tells me. 'It's Nigerian'.
I thank him for his help. I feel that we have made friends. He puts out his hand to cement the deal.
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