It’s a story of Inua’s past we’re hearing, laid bare before us; open and intensely immersive. Inua tells all, let’s us into the centre as he explores the traumatic experience of his father in hospital, his troubled upbringing, and the racism of the school playground. There’s humour too, and in bags – the charm of a young Inua radiates throughout, leading to sly hidden grins from the audience as he delves headfirst into his decisions of later life.

At a brief 55 minutes The 14th Tale isn’t the longest and most detailed of plays, but what Inua carves into your mindset within this time is incredible. His grasp of poetic form as a tool to describe and detail is impeccable. Mouths gawp open wide while words tangle themselves through branches of descriptive linguistics. Movement is subtle but violently expressive, as motions tie scenes together under an array of dimly lit actions. But, these violent excursions of energy never feel unconnected from the words that flow so deeply from Inua’s mouth. They’re touching, always, and even watching you feel part of a small secret.

The 14th Tale is dark, moody, brilliant and completely relatable. Life’s memories should be cherished, retold and Inua Ellams captures his perfectly. Truly commendable.