About Me
I am Chuma Nwokolo, writer, advocate. If you like poetry, you should read my Memories of Stone. If you are into fiction, try my Diaries of a Dead African or The Ghost of Sani Abacha.
If you don't read much, beyond blogs and stuff, you'll probably love my Extinction of Menai, Diary of a Witch-Doctor's Writer-in-Residence, and a dozen other novels of that ilk, because they're not yet published.
Welcome to my blog.
New:
Kindle version of The Ghost of Sani Abacha.Kindle version of Diaries of a Dead African
fiction Archive
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The OPB Specialist
Posted on March 31, 2013 | No Comments-What does it matter who is paying for the beer? You’re still going to be drunk by midnight! -On another person’s beer, that’s different. -
The Seductive Yellowness of Yams
Posted on March 13, 2013 | 8 CommentsYou will ask me how I could tell all this just by the aroma and a tasting, but the nose knows, my dear, the nose and the tongue, they know everything -
Let Me Tell You About the Sweet Fish, Assia.
Posted on February 27, 2013 | 6 CommentsEven in the great beyond, the judgement book for the rat race was scripted by humans and played out by spineless RatGods with a colonial mentality -
Lessons They Didn’t Teach Me in Tourism School
Posted on January 17, 2013 | 6 CommentsI've never seen bedbugs myself, so I'm not an expert on their rashes. I specialise in my hotel business and in this particular hotel, there're no bedbugs. -
Condoling the Twins
Posted on January 11, 2013 | 4 Comments‘Stop taking the name of the Lord thy God in vain,’ counselled Uncle Toyin, lugubriously, ‘Aunty Ranti has lost a kidney, but she is alive and well.’ -
Book party for The Ghost @ Quintessence, Lagos.
Posted on October 23, 2012 | 1 CommentNaturally, entry is free and drinks and light refreshments are on the house. -
Quarterback & Co
Posted on October 23, 2012 | 3 CommentsMy name is George Franz. Although I am not entirely sure, I suspect that a disastrous fate has just overtaken me. I will set down the bare facts... -
Woman minus Man
Posted on October 14, 2012 | 6 Comments'She swallowed a morsel of affanged eba, and paused, blinking rapidly at the knowing ceiling fan that waved his white, consolatory palms at her.' -
The Pregnant & The Dead
Posted on July 1, 2012 | 6 CommentsUnstrap that bomb right now, Nadia! Dying for The Movement is a privilege and you’ve just blown yours! -
Remembering Remilekun
Posted on June 23, 2012 | 4 CommentsIt was the bane of his life: a memory like a sieve, that completely forgot out-of-sight friends and relatives.