Just as we were to leave, the village leader asked me aside. “We have been thinking and talking,” he said. “We have been thinking of your name and its meaning. We think that in Africa it is different than in America. You must have a name that reflects you in Africa, in Okubani. We think that you should be called Ajikoru. It means, “one who loves a lot.” This way, with both your names you are complete. You are both loved, and it is clear that you love others very much. If you did not, you would not be in Okubani. This is clear. It is a circle.”
I am honored by my Arringa name. Sam practically had to drag me back to the car.