Diaries of a Dead African: A Review
Chuma Nwokolo’s ‘Diaries of a Dead African’ is an enthralling tragicomedy about the lives of three Nigerians that belong to the same family: Meme Jumai, Calama and Abel.
The author’s incredible use of language, the Nigerian-ness of the prose and the sheer hilarity of his narration left me spellbound for hours. He masked the tragedy he was narrating with a humorous dexterity that is difficult to capture with prose. He engages dire, and ultimately fatal situations; the contradictions of human existence, the fragility of family structures and human relationships.
Diaries of a Dead African tucked poverty, fraud, grief, violence, starvation, failed expectations, government dysfunction, and death into clever prose that’s nothing like I have ever read. Nwokolo colored his language with Nigerian expressions, proverbs, slangs and nuances only Nigerians and Africans can fully relate to. Diaries of a Dead African has tragedy and comedy running side by side sometimes, and crisscrossing other times. A typical example was when Meme Jumai, one of the main characters, in his narration said:
“The problems of my life are not the sort that one narrates to a native doctor and he laughs before he starts his treatment. My problems are the sort that the boldest witchdoctor will hear halfway and flee.”
Chuma Nwokolo wields similes like a machete, sharp as the tongue of an angry woman:
“Just as I feared, young idiots with pails as empty as their brains were already hanging around the gate in front of my compound.”
"...my pots were as empty as the mind of a simpleton."
Calamatus, the conman narrates his own failures, expectations and the way society worships money. Here Calama says:
“When they saw the number of fowls I was bringing, the elders showed me all their brown and crooked teeth. They were smiling as if it was a naked woman that I was escorting inside and not ordinary fowls.”
Calama struggles with the demon of his legacy as a conman, the vapidness of his justifications, his insecurity about his botched circumcision, and the transience of the respect that money buys him. His story arc puts a spotlight on the decay of our values as a society, and how we make mockery of our so-called ‘traditions’ and ‘cultures’.
This is shown vividly here:
“They told me that a burial was a very spiritual thing and the absence of a body has never prevented an Ikerre-Oti burial. They said that even Esua who was eaten by crocodiles right down to his shoelaces still got his burial; that what was required was the fifteen cartons of beer for the elders, five bottles of Schnapps, three gourds of kokori and six thousand naira in lieu of the burial feast.”
Abel is an aspiring writer trying to actualize his dreams but has to deal with the reality of being poor. His story arch focuses on the dysfunctional relationship he has with his promiscuous and rather superficial mother. This is shown here:
“She reached the last page of Pa’s diary. She broke off her low-key wail and grabbed me: What happened? I looked at her. Real or fake, her tears had ruined her makeup. Hardest thing for me was to see my mother, real and actual wife of a farmer, losing her eyebrows at age forty-eight.”
All the characters lead tragic lives but the author decided to play a joke on us by making their sadness hilarious. Nwokolo wants his readers to have a great time reading the book and spend even more time agonizing about the sadness of the lives his characters lead and the apparent dysfunction in his fictional world of Ikerre-Oti that looks like a lot of African countries.
Diaries of a Dead African is didactic yet not preachy. It is nuanced enough to show the readers the side of a fraudster and his motivations. It shows us a man slowly dying of starvation, going over his life, and searching for where things went wrong with his family. We see another man fighting with his demons and the insecurity of a botched circumcision. We see a woman who wears her promiscuity on her sleeve. We see another man hoping, struggling to actualize his dreams. He says on time, “I play such harmless games with hope.
Diaries of a Dead African is the most humorous novel I’ve ever read by an African. It’s poignant, funny, nuanced, and tragic at the same time. That takes skill and Mr Nwokolo has lots of it.