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Like many fraught stories,S***hole Countryturns on a question of real estate.
Its a tempting proposition.
The countrys economy is on the upswing.
Maybe she could be part of that.
And what is she part of now, anyway?
Kaakyire wonders about her place in the American narrative and whether she genuinely belongs in the Black American struggle.
I was a child playing with things she didnt understand.
A chance for me to be a player on the stage?
Who wouldnt want that?
The layers of dust.
The cracks in the dream.
The reality, she metaphorizes, of making it in America.
That framing may feel like a satisfying reversal, butS***hole Countryisnt so straightforward.
Its no paean to the virtues of returning to ones homeland.
The series, then, is both an audio memoir and a window into a yet-to-be-resolved conundrum.
Kaakyires writing is wry, punchy, and rich with telescopic detail.
On Kaakyires shoulders lies the weight of two worlds not quite reconciled.
Im standing in the apartment my parents want to give me, she tells us.
And I feel white.
Like Blair WaldorfinGossip Girllevels of white.
That line captures the tension that drivesS***hole Country.
The apartment in Ghana would be an opportunity.
It would also be an escape.
But where would it end up taking her?
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