Bøker av Onyeka Nwelue

Nollywood actor, Uche Mbadiegwu leaves his Surulere neighborhood in Lagos, to Bandra in Mumbai to join Bollywood, so he could make it big, hoping to play exceptional roles. Like a flash, Periwinkle appears in his life and changes everything. Tired of living in a pigsty, Efemena want to live a life of independence, but there is more to being a Nigerian in Mumbai - a constant escape from the Indian police and narcotics agents.This novel is a tale of violence, drugs, human trafficking, murder and sex.

PROFESSOR MAGNUS NWOKEKE is dead.Perceived as arrogant, proud and inaccessible, he is now in the Land of the Dead, watching people, busy, preparing a funeral party for him, in the Land of the Living. He belongs to the Anglican Church in his village, Ezeoke Nsu, so there is a Vigil, by the Umuokpu, a powerful clan group made up of the families' first daughters, who are seen singing at the back of the compound while having tea and eating bread. From the Other Side, Professor NWOKEKE can't stop them, but he grins and whines and cringes.

Money is power. When you have power, it can be intoxicating. That is why the power gate-keepers that money spawn like to delight in the broth of infallibility.But when powerful people are dragooned to their knees, it is always disastrous.Let''s think of Harvey Weinstein-who was the Executive Producer of almost every film you could find on Netflix, when they started. He provided them with all sorts of mooi content as you''d imagine. Still and all when his time was up, his fall was deep, steep, and tragic.Harvey had the money, so he had the power. Money is magnetic. It brings close to you, the wrong people. As you have the money, you have the power. There are many people hanging around to demystify you and wring that power away from you, forxiii         Onyeka Nweluethemselves. Every powerful person, has someone, willing to take him out.In the circle of the powerful, it is the least powerful that wants to usurp all the powers. They stay strategically placing themselves where they can take over.The real owners of Britain are not the ''real'' Britons. The real owners of Britain are people, whose ancestors came here long ago. They have now mastered the channels to get to where they want and when they do, they no longer want others, who look like them to come

My dearest Sibling in Diaspora,I'm writing you these letters from Africa, a place described as a jungle by Pinkpeople.It was from there that your great-grandfathers and mothers were shipped away tolands culturally different from theirs. They were forced into outfits that werestrange to them. They were made to live in a different climate, against their willThey were mullioned, decorated and a new life festered on them. A very differentlife. More chaotic than they ever lived; translucently debilitating and quitehorrendous; more often than you would find in the hardship that young people whoare trafficked through Libya to Europe via the Mediterranean experience today.I am writing to you with a sorrowful and angry soul, because what the Pink peopledid to our fathers and mothers must never be forgotten or forgiven. We shall keepdemanding that they apologize, and ceaselessly remind them of their crimesagainst humanity.These are tasks we must discharge daily. If we failed to do those, the Pink peoplewould continue to manipulate and wound us. The Pink persons are evil; theyconstitute an affliction upon the world. Their heartlessness is unrivaled. Therefore,we must zealously repulse their advance.I am only writing to you, to apologize for many misdeeds. I apologize to you, mydearest Sibling in Diaspora, whom we allowed Pink people to take away from us.They have said that we "sold' you into slavery. I agree. We did, because if wehadn't, no complicity would have been involved in stacking you on the ships. Wehelped them take you away. This is why I am writing this letter to you.To say, I am sorry and that you must forgive us for allowing them to take youaway.Forgive us.

My friend, Orah Alexander Somto tweeted a lot about his experience, trying to leave Ukraine to Poland. There were other people, but his tweets and our private WhatsApp messages, ignited the fires that burned the embers of this collection.Switch to the other side, I was perilously impaired by the adverse effect the friction between the tribes of Ukraine and Russia would infringe on the harmony of the world. This is why I was not too concerned at the way, the West presented it, to look like if one problem bemoans Europe, then, Africa will be crushed. Someone almost called it World War 3, but I think it''s same as the tribal wars going on everywhere in Africa. Africans are not less human!Either that, I surged the capacity of telling my emotions and forward bearing on the lumpiness of translating my feelings onto the page, to create sensations.

Rajaswamy Rajagopalan, a Tamil Brahmin essayist is totally in love and happy with his East Nigerian Christian wife, Eunice Onwubiko. But there is a threat to their nine year-old marriage.On a trip to Nigeria from India, David, their only son travels in dreams with an albino dwarf, Nfanfa. A brain illness develops in David and this (alongside the mass deportation of Indians from Nigeria) sets the two families, Rajagopalan and Onwubiko crashing in their faiths as they battle differently to keep alive the chord that holds them together.

Osas is a young and impressionable Nigerian painter, who escapes poverty and hardship in Benin City, into the chaotic and crime-ridden belly of Johannesburg, through the help of a travel agent. But to survive, he must live a life of adventure and spontaneity and criminality.