‘Every hitman knows not to seek a moral angle while taking out a target. But then I was to kill a clergyman. A Pentecostal pastor, actually. They called him Pastor Tim Cletus.’

In the heart of Johannesburg, where crime and intrigue intertwine, Nollywood actor Uche Mbadiegwu finds himself entangled in a dangerous game of survival. After narrowly escaping trouble in Brazil, Uche’s path crosses with Professor Bern Steyn, a renowned criminologist delving into the world of Czech criminal Radovan Krejčíř. Meanwhile, the enigmatic businesswoman Huan Lin Zhang and the elusive Chuma Mpiga from the Department of Home Affairs meet clandestinely at Mongkok Chinese Restaurant, setting the stage for a web of deceit and power plays.

Amidst this chaos, Tim Cletus, the self-proclaimed Nigerian pastor and racketeer, emerges as a formidable force, trafficking women and spreading his influence. Uche, caught in the midst of conflicting interests, finds himself hired by the Chinese to eliminate Cletus and by Indian loan sharks to enforce brutal debt collection. As Uche navigates the treacherous landscape of Johannesburg, he must outwit ruthless adversaries to survive. Will he emerge unscathed, or will the shadows of the underworld consume him?

The Strangers of Braamfonteinis the story of African immigrants trying to eke out a living for themselves in the underbelly of Johannesburg. The plot follows the life of Osas, a struggling Nigerian artist, who flees the uncertainties of life in his country to South Africa with the hope of making something for himself, but on getting to his destination finds out that his only option for survival lies with working for a Nigerian drug cartel.

Set inside the ward at Neuro-Psychiatric Hospital in Yaba, situated in Lagos, a young nameless narrator unravels a chilling tale of beauty, sexuality, abuse and mystery.

By the balcony, I sat On my lap, a copy of A Short History of Tractors in Ukrainian Marina Lewycka is on the cover And each chapter What a smile it draws out Laughter, tears, tears of bewilderment On the streets out there, there is panic We hear that Russia will come in tomorrow But, Russia is the friend of Ukraine What we know Our eyes see The hearts, consumed in red Most Sometimes Our lives, trapped But, I come from afar A country represented by the colours: green-white-green

Rajaswamy Rajagopalan, a South Indian 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 with the mass deportation of Indians from Nigeria) set the two families -- Rajagopalan and Onwubiko -- crashing in their faiths as they battle differently to keep alive, the chord that holds them together.

A Young Haitian, Jean Claude, loses his parents in the earthquake that shattered Port-au-Prince in 2010. He is taken to an orphanage in France a place that will shatter his memory. Then, he finds his way to the University of Oxford, where he is arrested for trying to read at Weston Library. What is his crime in life? Nwelues unusual character explores problems affecting Africa, childhood memories, religion, colonialism. Theres infusion of historical facts, which makes it a delight Powerful descriptions and profound imageries deployed all through.

My dearest Sibling in Diaspora, I'm writing you these letters from Africa, a place described as a jungle by Pink people. It was from there that your great-grandfathers and mothers were shipped away to lands culturally different from theirs. They were forced into outfits that were strange to them. They were made to live in a different climate, against their will. They were mullioned, decorated and a new life festered on them. A very different life. More chaotic than they ever lived; translucently debilitating and quite horrendous; more often than you would find in the hardship that young people who are trafficked through Libya to Europe via the Mediterranean experience today... I am writing to you with a sorrowful and angry sound, because what the Pink people did to our fathers and mothers must never be forgotten or forgiven. We shall keep demanding that they apologise, and ceaselessly remind them of crimes against humanity. These tasks we must discharge daily. If we failed to do those, the Pink people would continue to manipulate and wound us. The Pink persons are evil; they constitute an affliction upon the world. Their heartlessness is unrivalled. Therefore, we must zealously repulse their advance. I am only writing to you, to apologise for many misdeeds. I apologise to you, my dearest 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 we hadn't, no complicity would have been involved in stacking you on the ships. We helped 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 you away'. 'Forgive us'.