4 ⭐️ “they land, but do they grow where they fall?”
This one takes a while to get into. The writing style in particular was hard for me as it felt choppy in some places. I don’t know if that was on purpose though and I just couldn’t grasp it. Other than that, I think it was a beautifully written and relatable story.
Grow Where They Fall is a story about Kwame Akromah, a gay Black British son of Ghanaian immigrants who grows up to be a teacher in South London. It’s told from two different time periods, London 1997 and London 2018.
In 1997, Kwame’s a high strung 10 year old kid. He’s extremely polite and proper, and he goes out of his way to get those gold stars in school. There’s a need to please his parents, to distract them from always fighting by showing how good he is. Kwame has a relatively good life - loving sister and strict but clearly loving parents. However it’s still the classic story: overworked immigrant parents arguing all the time and trying to make the best for their children.
In comes Yaw, the fun (slightly weird and chaotic) distant cousin from Ghana. Yaw, he has time for Kwame. He indulges him a lot. Helps him practice for the winter play, teaches him the lyrics to 2 Pac songs, makes collages with him etc etc. the whole 1997 period of this book is about Kwame’s developing relationship with Yaw, and navigating year 5, as well as his internal thoughts on his attraction to men. It’s not a major obstacle for him yet, but Kwame knows he can’t openly comment on how attractive he finds some of the boys around him (including his massive crush on Yaw 🥺).
We move between 1997 and 2018, where Kwame is a thriving (kind of) 30 year old teacher living with his white, gay best friend Edwyn, who I’m not sure is the best person for Kwame…I’ll let you guys read and develop your own thoughts. To me, Edwyn was a bit toxic and self centred. I also think he was quite disparaging about Kwame’s blackness and how Kwame’s experience of queer spaces was always going to be different and not as free as Edwyn’s. Anyways, Kwame is dealing with more than Edwyn - he’s still got his parents, he has his loud students (I LOVED HIS STUDENTS) and he has Marcus Felix, the new charismatic black head teacher who wants to ‘mentor’ Kwame?..? I did not like Marcus AT ALL. But I’m a bit of a hater. 😂😭
It’s one of those stories about simply living and trying. In my opinion, there’s no real driver, no action, no significant plot line. As a reader, you just find yourself rooting for him, hoping he figures it all out and solidifies his place in the world (dramatic since he’s only 30. I know). But as a 28 year old black Brit, I got Kwame A LOT. The intensity of immigrant parents, the constant need to be that good student, to get that ever so precious praise from your African parents who insist on the importance of good manners and respect for elders…gosh it was a bit too close to home 😭
I say this a lot, but black British stories and authors always have that special place in my heart ❤️💗 massive praise to Michael Donkor.
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I’m excited about this one 🤞🏾