Samuel Takes a Break... in Male Dungeon No. 5 after a long but generally successful day of tours, The Yard Theatre review - funny and thought-provoking

You do not need to be Einstein to feel it. If the only dimension missing is time, 75% of a place’s identity can invade your very being, hollow you out, replace your soul with a void. It happened to me at Auschwitz and it’s happening to Samuel at Cape Coast Castle, Ghana.

Not at first. We meet him as our host, full of bonhomie, not just reading his script, but revelling in communicating his love of history to the tourists who come to the last staging post for slaves before the dreadful Middle Passage to the Americas. 

Disillusion sets in. Some visitors are ticking off a bucket list, others vlogging to build their influencer profile and others going through a performative act of self-discovery. One or two are finding firm ground in a shifting, alienating world. 

Samuel can’t. We learn that the place holds two traumas for him, two levels of abandonment, two histories overlaid, each invading his waking dreams. He needs that biscuit break in more senses than one, but where can he go, physically and psychologically? He has no home.If that makes Rhianna Ilube’s impressive debut play sound like hard work, I am misleading you. Her characters and dialogue sparkle with humanity and wit and, while the message hits and hits hard (Samuel is, obviously, a metaphor for Africa’s diaspora and migrants everywhere) there are plenty of laughs along the way.

Many spark from Orange, the 21-year-old ticket seller who aspires to be a television presenter or, failing that, a guide like Samuel. Bola Akeju times the wisecracks perfectly, and does some of her best work reacting with a flirtatious look or a quizzical smile or just a face that says “WTF!” at the parade of tourists who take the tour. It’s not that she doesn’t understand what Samuel is feeling, she just chooses not to, embracing a future untethered to the past – ever the privilege of youth.

After a gruesomely hilarious turn as the YouTuber from hell, Tori Allen-Martin and Stefan Asante-Boateng (pictured above) leave the multi-rolling cameos and short scenes behind and play the parts of Letty and Trev, a mixed-race/Black British couple who aren’t really getting on at all. He is more interested in his phone and resents his wife’s fulsome embrace of her African roots (Letty grew up with her white father). She’s not sure what she wants or what she expects, but she is so keen to project her own neuroses on to the space that she never allows it to come to her. 

These three performances are excellent, but the play can only succeed if its protagonist is comic and tragic, present and distant, wholly realised yet fatally incomplete. Fode Simbo is tremendous as Samuel, warm when acting as our guide, cold and introspective when taking his break, grounded when explaining what the place means to him, nightmarish when the ghosts in the walls invade his thoughts. It is a testament to the writing and Fode’s grasp of its intention that Samuel never becomes a caricature or a cypher, but never loses the sense that he stands for millions in his repressed agony.

Director Anthony Simpson-Pike keeps the pace high over 90 minutes all-through and there’s super work too from Christopher Nairne on lighting, slowly hemming us into the dungeons that are still incarcerating Samuel today. 

This play hits the sweet spot with its engaging characters, its compelling story and its beautifully created sense of place. What lifts it beyond much that is available in London theatre now is its willingness to make serious, even essential, arguments about how the past infects the present without allowing he didactic to overpower the dramatic.

The door through which African men and women passed to be transported to the plantations was called “The Door of No Return”. Everyone who sees this play will return to its exploration of the price we pay to bury the past, and wonder how we can bear witness without damaging ourselves or sugar-coating our histories.  

• Samuel Takes a Break at The Yard Theatre to March 23
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