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Reviews and Stuff

Mike Tyson said everyone has a plan till they’re punched in the face. Or something similar. Been a while since I had anything to say, mostly because life punched me in the face. No tragedy or drama or anything, just regular life stuff that requires time and effort.

Now then.

Locus Online reviews AfroSFV2 in which my novella ‘The Last Pantheon’ co-written with Nick Wood, gets favourable mention.

“It’s overall an entertaining read with occasional political overtones, not a screed, but at its heart a tragedy of two persons who once called each other brothers.”

Read the full review here.



My novel MAKING WOLF (which you’ve bought, right?) continues to get favourable reviews.

Here’s one from Val’s Random Comments.

“Thompson has his reasons to tell the story the way he does. He wants the book to be more than a simple fast-paced thriller and succeeds gloriously. It’s a book that hides a lot of food for thought under the surface. I’ve been spoiled with a great many good books this year. Making Wolf is another book I can wholeheartedly recommend.”

Full review here.



On the short fiction front, African Monsters ToC and Cover art is ready.

My story “120 Days of Sunlight” is in it.




You can read my horror short story “The Monkey House” on Omenana for free. Lots of other fiction there too.


That’s it for now. Tip your nurses and janitors!


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First review for my story ‘Bicycle Girl’: “Brutal but Brilliant”

“A compelling, if gruelling short story, set in a near-future Nigeria. Bicycle Girl is not for the faint-hearted, as it includes some brutal scenes of interrogation, but this is a fascinating depiction of an all-too-credible future played out in a convincing (and refreshingly non-standard) setting. I’ll be seeking out more fiction by this talented author.”

What are you waiting for? It’s 0.77pence, go buy it!

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Some Ghost Story Goodness

My story ‘Slip Road’ is up at Expanded Horizons. 

You should check it out with the rest of the fine and alternative fiction on the site.

Here’s a taste:

“The next morning is different. I have a headache and when I leave the bungalow I cannot feel the wind. I know there is a breeze because I see leaves and scraps of paper moving along Lafia’s roads along with dust devils. I cannot hear the voices and this frightens me. There is a red jeep parked in front of the bungalow. I think it is red, but I no longer feel sure of the nature of colours or my ability to identify them. Is it red, or am I just calling it that because I can remember the word ‘red’? I touch it, touch the bonnet, but it is cold. The engine has not been running. The car has no side mirrors and peeking through the glass I see no rear view either. In fact, there are no mirrors in Lafia. I have been in every bathroom, living room, shop window and even the barber and hairdressers. Shiny surfaces reflect only light, not images. Water is dull. As a result I do not know what I look like. My legs are like reeds, my belly concave, my arms skinny. My forearm skin is light brown, café-au-lait. My nails are bitten down to non-existence, although I do not recall ever biting them.”


I waffle on in that vein. 

It’s a reprint, or rather a reworked old story, but I think I finally figured out what made me slightly dissatisfied with the original version. I think I’ve fixed it. I’m not one of those people who endlessly rewrites and revises, but I could not let this go.

Come back and leave a comment if you like. I don’t bite. Often.

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Flash Fiction: Claws, a story in pidgin English


By Tade Thompson


Make I nak you story.


E get beast wey dey outside my door now now. Dem dey knock. Dem no go enter, but the power wey dem take nak the wood go shake the door all night. I been check am for early mo-mo so I sabi say im no go break. The door dey kampe. Notwithstanding, the noise dey make my heart cut. Im dey like say the beast dey drag claws across the door.

My babi, Tomike, im dey sleep like person wey dem don poison, like Sleeping Beauty. Im face smooth like calabash, like small child face. Im no worry. When I tell am make im dey with me as I dey look door I’m say, “I care not for mongrels looking for a treat.” Im dey talk like oyinbo, but na true. Im dey sleep when the beast dem dey make noise. Katakata no dey worry am.

I been ask our Fada mak im do deliverance for the evil wey don enter our village. Im talk say im go tell bishop, but bishop say we dey too small and im no do nothing. Na so I write letter to Pope, but the foolish postman open am, go give am to bishop. Bishop vex well well, talk say I no suppose write Pope. Im wan excommunicate me, say na me dey do the evil, dey become beast for night, dey kill. My Tomike say the bishop dey tif money, but na so Tomike dey talk any time wey im no like person. Bishop be tif, market woman be tif, my mama be tif. Haba! Na everybody dey steal?

Na so me I dey here with machete, dagger and shakabula, dey wait for sunlight. For early mo-mo dem dey waka yonder, for bush. The knocking go stop. I go clean my weapons, pray, go sleep. When I waka outside I go see my chickens and goats wey don die, but wey dem no chop. Some dem chop remain. I no vex. At least me I dey kampe, my Tomike dey Kampe.

Tomike go wake, im go yawn like say im never sleep belle-ful, im go look me like say im no know me. Im go scrach imsef for neck, go begin bleed. Im don forget. Na so im dey do.

Im claws no dey comot till afternoon.

 (c) 2014



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