Book Review: "Legend of the Walking Dead" by Joy Nwosu Lo-Bamijoko

About The Author

Lo-Bamijoko1-373x330-300x265Joy Nwosu was born in Enugu, Anambra State of south-eastern Nigeria. Her parents were Charles Belonwu and Deborah Nwosu. She is the fifth in rank of the seven children of her parents. Joy was born into a music family.
Joy, now retired, was a music teacher, trained in Santa Cecilia, Rome, and obtained her Ph.D. in Music Education from the University of Michigan, USA.
She has written and published extensively on national and international scholarly journals, magazines, and newspapers.
Her short story I Come from Utopia was published in African Voices, Spring/Summer, 2007, pg. 18, and her first English novel; Mirror of Our Lives: Voices of Four Igbo Women was published in 2011, and was shortlisted for the Commonwealth Book Contest in 2012. She has also two books published in the Italian language.
Joy is a trained musician, and taught music for 35 years. She writes, performs, and record folk songs.
Her new book: The Legend of the Walking Dead: Igbo Mythologies, which has just been released, is a journey into the mysteries of life and death of the Igbos of Nigeria. She loves reading romances and mystery stories.
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YouTube Link to Joy's Book’s Trailer
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Joy's Blog Address
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Links to Joy's FB Pages
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About The Book

Synopsis:
LOTWDLegend of the Walking Dead: Igbo Mythologies is a journey into the mysteries of life and death of the Igbos of Nigeria. The book draws readers into the Igbo people’s ancient and traditional beliefs about life and death.
There is a very thin line dividing the land of the living and the land of the dead, so thin that spirits from both lands coexist. Sometimes, during the story, it is difficult to differentiate between the living and the dead. Both have bodies; the living existing in their bodies, while the dead exist in (are using) borrowed bodies.
Fifteen-year-old Osondu has disappeared. His mother goes searching for her son and faces the same fate. She too goes missing.
The gods are ever present, in control, and minister to both the living and the dead. This is because the gods minister to the spirits, not the bodies that harbor them. To the gods, the spirits of both the living and the dead are ever alive.
The world of the traditional Igbo society is a world in which the dead visit and interact easily with the living. It is also a world in which most of the time the living are at the mercy of the gods.

My Review:

Magical and yet, Serene
I loved the descriptions of life after death as described by Joy Nwosu Lo-Bamijoko in Legend of the Walking Dead. It's about the incredible Journey Osondu and his mother took after their deaths. Magical and yet serene, these two are given the opportunity to choose to live more fully than they ever had while they were alive. I have always loved mythological tales about past times and other cultures, and this one did not disappoint. I highly recommend Legend of the Walking Dead.
Next SIX books and short stories on my Review List are:
The Carnelian (The Gemstone Chronicles, Book 1) by William Stuart (100% Read)
The Budapest Experiment: An International Thriller by Maurice G. Miller (14% Read)
Seeker (Seeker Series, Book 1) by Amy Reece
Dangerous Liaisons by Sara Steward

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