This is a book about the African experience in London and it is a really entertaining, although at times very shocking, read.
The author, Jimi Famurewa, is the restaurant critic for the London Evening Standard and I’ve always found his reviews to be very lively and colourful. And Settlers is no exception. From the prologue in which he describes the black African presence in London as
‘Black African presence can be glimpsed in the whir of seamstresses at work off Dalston’s Ridley Road Market, the smell of the spice prickled puff of barbecued croaker fish drifting on the Old Kent Road.’ These are images and smells that a Sarf Londoner like me can relate to.
Then with more arresting sensual images, the author invites the reader to
‘let us walk with unwrinkled nose, past the market stalls piled high with plantain, cassava, cow foot and strung together garlands of stockfish, through restaurants, Congolese pubs…..waakye joints.’ Famurewa is himself Nigerian and references the traditional Nigerian foods such as jollof rice and pounded yam several times in the book.
He states in the prologue that his intention when writing the book
‘while in the first throes of writing the book had been to accentuate the positive; to compose a deliberately celebratory and joyous snapshot of Black African diaspora culture.’
And I would say that he has succeeded. It has so much positivity as when, for example, he is discussing the growth of African restaurants which was something I noticed when living near Lewisham, SE London. However, there is also a serious side to the book as when he discusses racism and socio-economic disadvantage amongst other barriers.
The book is divided into 8 chapters beginning with ‘Farm’ which is another name for the practice of some African families of fostering their children with white UK families during the 60s and 70s. Other chapters involve markets, religion, restaurants and suburbia amongst others. Racism is discussed including the needless, tragic deaths of Damilola Taylor and Stephen Lawrence as well as the sad and appalling death of David Oluwale. The blue badge commemorating his drowning by a bridge in Leeds has recently been stolen and so it carries on. The author also writes about his own experience of it and the ‘black flight’ to the suburbs of SE London and Kent.
The African community seems more visible these days with African restaurants, shops and the small general stores. The author reveals how important they are to the local African community as a meeting place and the preservation of a culture. The ones in Woolwich which were familiar to me seen from along the bus route are in danger of disappearing under gentrification which is sad as another part of London life vanishes. There is also the money transfer element with the large signs on shop windows. Until I read this book, I hadn’t realised how vital sending money home is to the African community. For example, the Somali community transfers over £1 billion pounds annually. This book is full of little sidelights like this.
The chapter on restaurants begins with one African eaterie, Ikoyi, being awarded a Michelin star which created a furore. There were concerns about its authenticity, but does it want to cater for a strictly African clientele or broaden its appeal? The author also mentions the large portions at African restaurants which are designed to enable diners to leave with plenty of leftovers ‘
in a truly sophisticated doggy bag operation….’
This book was a real insight into the West African community in London and avoids the urban, inner city image as the African community moves out of inner London.
It’s a very visual book which also involves the five senses. The descriptions of market stalls or fast food joints with their pungent, familiar scents and colours, the hum of seamstresses sewing machines enabling them to survive possibly as a second job. It was such a portrait of a community determined, no matter what tried to get in the their way, to make something of themselves in the brave new world that they and their descendants had arrived in.
This book was an entertaining and thought-provoking glimpse into a world that I was only aware of as an observer passing through. It was a fascinating read and at times it must have been a difficult book to write. But the impression that I was left with was of an entrepreneurial culture that ingeniously found way around the barriers that were put in their way.