POST 2: Babaaláwo Of Our Times. Chapter 1 (part2): Tuesday

 Chapter 1 (part 2): TUESDAY

Hearing the words “Holy-Ghost-Fire,” the commuters waiting at the nearby bus top, who had previously been languid in their lingering - the blazing sun having baked them into a lethargic daze - suddenly roused themselves and also began chanting: “Babaaláwo! Holy-Ghost-Fire! Babaaláwo! Holy-Ghost-Fire!” at the top of their voices.

POST 1: Babaaláwo Of Our Times. Chapter 1: Tuesday

 Chapter 1 (part 1): TUESDAY

His smile upset me greatly. 

Typically, I am not the sort of fellow who gets upset greatly by smiles, regardless of how condescending or spite loaded they are.

Prologue: Babaaláwo Of Our Times

Having recently relocated to Birmingham after completing my post graduate architecture degree at Manchester Metropolitan University, I started on a literary journey in late 2004 and finished my first novel, Jumping for Joy, about a year later.