My family is from Nigeria, and my full name is Uzoamaka, which means “The road is good.” Quick lesson: My tribe is Igbo, and you name your kid something that tells your history and hopefully predicts your future. So anyway, in grade school, because my last name started with an A, I was the first in roll call, and nobody ever knew how to pronounce it. So I went home and asked my mother if I could be called Zoe. I remember she was cooking, and in her Nigerian accent she said, “Why?” I said, “Nobody can pronounce it.” Without missing a beat, she said, “If they can learn to say Tchaikovsky and Michelangelo and Dostoyevsky, they can learn to say Uzoamaka.”
“Good afternoon. Did you sleep well?” Asuna’s hand, covered by a white, leather glove, jolted. However, as expected of the sub-leader of the strongest guild, she seemed to have succeeded in restraining her rage as she neither drew her rapier nor immedeiately ran away. She just gritted her teeth, from which a short phrase was forced out, “One meal.” “Huh?” “A meal. I’ll treat you one, no matter how expensive. We’re even then. How does that sound?”.
Sword Art Online Vol. 8, Part 1 [A CRIME WITHIN THE WALLS]