People struggle to survive in a South African city teeming with criminals and killers in Nwelue’s novel.

Nigerian artist Osas believes a fortune awaits him in Johannesburg. But when all he finds there is a thankless restaurant job, he joins a Nigerian cartel in South Africa. Osas takes part in local cocaine deals and steals from foreigners in order to appease his new boss, a known murderer. Along the way, he unsurprisingly provokes rival drug-dealing gangsters, and getting help from police would effectively sign Osas’ death warrant. Meanwhile, Chamai, a Canadian-born Zimbabwean, also hopes for a better life in SA. But although he wants to fund his education, he barely has money for food, so he turns to sex work, catering to the desires of sometimes-violent wealthy men. Osas’ and Chamai’s parallel stories take equally dark paths: Osas and the cartel turn their guns against another gang while Chamai plummets into despair and willingly becomes a killer. Neither man may be able to escape the city’s seemingly endless cycle of brutality. Nwelue’s somber tale is filled with despondency. The two leads are tragic characters, particularly Chamai, whose torture by a foreign client is the novel’s bleakest scene. However, they’re both easy to root for even as they commit crimes out of desperation. The author frequently provides incisive lines, as when a humorless Chamai notes, “You do not laugh at jokes when you feel you are the punchline.” There are a few lighter moments, though, which alleviate the intensity. The dialogue, which consists primarily of pidgin English, may confuse readers unfamiliar with the dialect, but the well-established characters all have clear motivations in an easy-to-follow plot.

A perceptive and vigorous tale of people trapped in dire circumstances.