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Meet Adura Onashile: The British-Nigerian Playwright Forging Her Own Path

Faced with a dearth of interesting roles for Black people, the former actor decided to write her own. Now she's one of the UK's hottest homegrown auteurs-in-the-making

By Sirin Kale

3 March 2021
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any years ago, long before she became a film-maker and playwright, Adura Onashile wanted to be an actor. But there was a problem: namely that the British-Nigerian kept getting cast in one of two roles. “The thing is, I don’t mind playing a prostitute or a slave if it’s an interesting part,” she says. “But it was like two lines.”

Onashile decided that if casting directors wouldn’t hire her for the meaty, interesting roles, she’d have to write them herself. So she did. Her first solo show, HeLa, opened at the Edinburgh Fringe in 2013 to rave reviews. And then she kept writing, and writing, until she became one of the most hotly tipped and celebrated playwrights in the UK today. “All those years slogging away in bit parts,” she tells me, “allowed me to hone in on the kind of art I want to make, and learn how I want to make it.”

We are here to talk about Onashile’s most recent project, Ghosts, an immersive augmented-reality storytelling experience, produced in conjunction with the National Theatre of Scotland. After downloading a specially made app on your phone, Ghosts takes users on a walking tour of modern-day Glasgow, where Onashile lives, overlaying the contemporary streets with the slave-owning, colonial history behind those gleaming brick facades. “When I moved to Glasgow,” she explains, “I was like: ‘Damn, this place is beautiful.’ And then I realised all the buildings were imperial. Here I am walking through this magnificent city, and there are no homages to where this grandeur comes from, and what paid for it. I was fascinated by this sense of the past being very present, but something we didn’t want to look at.”

Ghosts tells the real life story of an unidentified young man who was sold to a Scottish plantation owner, and then ran away. “I like to write about ordinary people in extraordinary situations, or situations from the outside that might not look extraordinary,” she says.

The piece is Onashile’s reckoning with the painful colonial legacy of the city she calls home. In the 18th and 19th centuries, Glasgow was a global powerhouse, at the centre of the transatlantic slave trade, and later, the sugar, cotton, and tobacco industries which used forced labour to make Scottish merchants fabulously rich. Many of these traders tower over the city to this day: statues are dedicated to them, buildings named after them. “As a Black person you exist in a space like Glasgow knowing that your history stretches far beyond what the city is willing to look at, or what anyone is willing to look at,” Onashile says. “And that is what I want to explore in Ghosts. It’s about that layering that Black and brown people live with in public spaces. We know it on a kind of kinaesthetic level, we know it intellectually, we know it emotionally.”

Although Onashile has been researching and developing Ghosts for years, it feels particularly relevant now, given last summer’s Black Lives Matter protests, which saw the Bristol statue of slave trader Edward Colston toppled, and protests around the statue of Cecil Rhodes in Oxford. “It was absolutely right that we were questioning why we had these statues venerating men who essentially condoned genocide,” she says crisply. “People say: ‘Well, if we take these statues down we’re erasing history.’ But I don’t know – are there any statues of Hitler?”

Colonial legacy aside, Onashile loves life north of the border. She first came to Scotland for work, to appear at the Fringe. When she tried to return to London, it was too overwhelming. “To navigate a city like London,” she says, “you need to live with a certain amount of stress every day.” Like many creatives who have fled the capital, Onashile is evangelical about life outside the Big Smoke. “The creative scene is more intimate,” she says, “and it’s easier to have conversations with people. And it’s easier in Scotland to be an auteur, so you can move from being a writer to a director to an actor, which really suits me.” And of course, there’s the cost of living. “Your money goes a lot further up here than in London,” she laughs.

Onashile is a mother to a two-year-old girl. Like many working parents during Covid, eking out time for work has been a struggle. “Today she’s at nursery,” Onashile says, “which is great. But getting a run with your head in the zone is tough, because nursery only takes her for certain days. But you know, mothers have been writing and making work for years.”

Leaving London was not something she ever planned. Onashile was born in the UK, but her parents returned to Nigeria when she was one. By the time she was 11, her mother had brought her back to Bermondsey in London. “I was bullied a lot because of my accent,” she says, “and people thought I had airs and graces, because I was really studious. It was tough.” At school, Onashile would mimic the way that the popular white girls in her class spoke and dressed, in order to fit in.

“It was that immigrant mentality,” she continues, “of being more like them, because they get on. That was the beginning of mimicking accents, and that’s probably why I got into theatre, although I didn’t realise it at the time. It saddens me that I found myself, aged 12, realising that my own skin wasn’t the best place for me to be.”

Acting ultimately wasn’t for Onashile, because she realised her favourite bit of the dramatic process was the creating, not the performing. “It took me a really long time to realise that the bit I liked the least was when the rehearsals were over,” she says.

When she transitioned into writing and directing, everything fell into place. HeLa told the story of Henrietta Lacks, a Black woman from 1950s Baltimore whose body became the subject of decades of scientific research, without her knowledge or consent, after doctors scraped a cell sample without her permission. After HeLa came Expensive Shit, which opened at the prestigious Traverse Theatre during the Fringe in 2016, and was also made into a short film.

With critical acclaim came the impostor syndrome. “I was overwhelmed with the pressure of being at one of the top theatres in Edinburgh during the Fringe, with my directorial debut,” Onashile says candidly of the experience of opening Expensive Shit. “It was a lot of pressure.” It was the first time that an all-Black production had opened at a Scottish theatre, and the media attention felt intense.

“I felt like a bird in a cage,” she tells me. “I didn’t know whether my work was being reviewed because of its quality, or because it was the first time people had seen anything like that.” She worried that, in writing for a white audience, she was reinforcing a white gaze. “White people are the majority of the people who see theatre,” she says, “and without even realising, I spent my entire career centring them.”

With Ghosts, Onashile has stepped back from that gaze. “I tried to centre the world for a Black audience,” she says. “I don’t have to answer any questions about people’s ignorance, because it isn’t an educational piece. I presume the people experiencing it know this history, and are Black. That was a shift for me.” Centring on a Black audience allowed Onashile to make something that felt more honest, and true. “It was about becoming properly authentic,” she explains, “and standing on my own, as myself, with no compromises.”

'Ghosts was about becoming properly authentic, and standing on my own, as myself, with no compromises'

After Ghosts, Onashile plans to direct her first feature film, which she has already written, and is currently being financed. The story is loosely based on her relationship with her mum, and she hopes to begin filming this summer.

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