Before I knee Ajax Brown in his sensitive man-parts, let me provide you with a short history. The irony of Ajax’s name was not lost on my classmates at Peake High. At the challenging age of 13, while us girls were shopping for A cups and ‘feminine hygiene’ products, Ajax Jelani was beyond diminutive. His parents, wondering why their only son wasn’t following in their majestically proportioned footsteps, hauled him off for multitudes of blood tests. After all, they had named him in anticipation of great things to come. His Amazonian Greek mother chose Ajax, ‘The Eagle’, after the renowned Homeric warrior and his muscle-bound, half-Kenyan, half-Fijian father selected Jelani – ‘Mighty one’. The tests came back negative. There was nothing wrong with Ajax other than his own parents’ expectations.