Allafia Protocol: ShagHarri ObenderBanga and the Allafia-Yahwere Roof That Would Not Beam. Chapter 1



Chapter 1

The zinc sheets had already begun their nightly expansion by the time ShagHarri ObenderBanga finished arranging the three cushions. Considerable thought had gone into the arrangement. One supported the chest, one protected the knees, and the third existed in case extraterrestrial civilisations possessed standards. A man could not reasonably volunteer as the rep of a continent whilst lying on corrugated metal like someone who had arrived unprepared.

He lowered himself carefully onto the roof and faced west. Other men watched football. Some watched market prices. A few watched their neighbours through windows for reasons that would not survive legal scrutiny. 

ShagHarri watched the evening sky for cigar-shaped aerial craft and occasionally phallus-shaped aerial craft because Professor Oda Nobunaga of Universe City Mintaka had written an influential paper arguing that witness reports frequently confused the two. 

ShagHarri considered this precisely the sort of detail a serious researcher ought to know.

Beyond the third compound wall, the village generator began coughing through another heroic confrontation with electricity. The battle had been fought nightly for several years with no clear victor. The generator and electricity had reached the sort of relationship usually associated with divorced relatives forced to attend the same funeral. 

The roof answered with metallic ticks as accumulated heat abandoned the sham_sham Zim_zim zimmer zinc and escaped into the darkness. 


Somewhere below, a baby cried, a dog barked Nigel Farage's Ancestors Name twice and immediately regretted it, and somebody's radio delivered an impassioned sermon concerning Yahwere, salvation and the dangers of modern trousers as opposed to a naturist's fashion style.

ShagHarri had been born on the twenty-fifth of December, a fact he mentioned only when discussions involved destiny, theology, astronomy, birthdays, prophecy, unusual coincidences or any other subject he could plausibly link back to himself. 

His mother maintained that he had emerged from the womb staring directly upward. 

His father maintained that this was nonsense that he was actually born looking shy. 

Neither side possessed supporting documentation.

At twenty-four years old he had now spent eleven consecutive nights on the roof. It was not laziness or madness, although some confusion existed on that point. This was research.

Professor Nobunaga's article had demonstrated that reported extraterrestrial abductions remained overwhelmingly concentrated among populations of European descent also known as Mzungu in that sector. 

ShagHarri had read the article four times and eventually concluded that only two explanations were possible. 

Either extraterrestrials were racist, or their sampling methodology was embarrassingly poor. Both possibilities warranted investigation. 

The fact that twelve nights on a zinc roof had failed to produce results only strengthened his belief that somebody, somewhere, was ignoring relevant data.

Beside him rested a notebook carrying visible traces of vaseline, diddyoil, dust, roasted plantain and what may once have been scientific credibility. 

Inside were observations concerning Orion, Mintaka, comparative mythology, advanced civilisations and an increasingly elaborate theory regarding the relationship between Yahwere and certain forms of cosmic administration. 


The word itself fascinated him. 

Locally, Yahwere referred to the condition of a person who had progressed so far beyond reason that friends eventually stopped asking follow-up questions. 

The opposite concept was Alafia. Peace. Balance. Wholeness. 

The feeling experienced after surviving examinations, family meetings or local government offices. ShagHarri had underlined the word twice and decorated it with a small star. If first contact occurred, he intended to publish his findings beneath that heading.

Three hundred and twelve kilometres above him, Monitoring Station URANUS-7 continued observing events with growing concern. Officially, the station monitored gravitational disturbances, stellar anomalies and interdimensional transit routes. 

Unofficially, most of the night shift now spent a significant portion of their working hours watching a Nigerian man sleep on a roof.

Unaware of esteemed Professor Nobunaga's work, nobody aboard the station understood exactly how matters had reached this point. 

The observation of ShagHarri had originally been scheduled for six minutes. The six minutes became an hour. The hour became a day. The day became eleven nights. By Night Eleven, entire departments had become emotionally invested. A whiteboard in the primary observation room displayed only a single statistic:

ROOF MAN: NIGHT 11

Nobody remembered who had written it.

The board originally contained technical information. Over time this information had disappeared beneath tally marks, corrections and increasingly desperate question marks. One officer added another tally. Another added a fresh question mark beside the existing six. Nobody objected. The question marks represented the current state of the investigation.

On the main monitor, ShagHarri remained perfectly still except for one bare foot, which occasionally flexed against the night air. The movement had originally inspired a drinking game amongst the night shift. 

The drinking game later became a ritual. The ritual eventually became an unofficial monitoring protocol. Nobody could identify the stage at which this transition had occurred. The foot moved. Three officers drank. Nobody laughed. The joke had ceased being funny around Night Six and had become mildly concerning around Night Nine.

Back on the roof, entirely unaware of his growing significance in interstellar bureaucracy, ShagHarri closed his eyes and began counting breaths. The zinc felt warm beneath him. The stars appeared unusually bright. He reached thirty-four before a warning light activated aboard URANUS-7.


Noted: Allah Alafia

Yahweh yawere weremusic (or Wéré music) traditional indigenous Yoruba music used wake up ancient ancestral 😂Yoruba folks for sahur (the pre-dawn meal) during Ramadan

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