Lemohang Jeremiah Mosese

En las montañas de Lesotho, una viuda de 80 años llamada Mantoa espera impaciente el regreso de su hijo, después de haber trabajado éste durante un tiempo en las minas del Sudáfrica. Pero lo que descubre es que su hijo ha fallecido. Terriblemente dolida por la noticia y habiendo perdido al único miembro que le quedaba de su familia, decide arreglar todos los papeles y las cuentas pendientes para ser enterrada en el cementerio local. Sus planes se complican cuando descubre que los oficiales de la provincia han decidido reubicar el pueblo para inundar el área, con el fin de construir una presa. Mantoa, sin embargo, opta por defender el legado espiritual de su comunidad.

En las montañas de Lesotho, una viuda de 80 años llamada Mantoa espera impaciente el regreso de su hijo, después de haber trabajado éste durante un tiempo en las minas del Sudáfrica. Pero lo que descubre es que su hijo ha fallecido. Terriblemente dolida por la noticia y habiendo perdido al único miembro que le quedaba de su familia, decide arreglar todos los papeles y las cuentas pendientes para ser enterrada en el cementerio local. Sus planes se complican cuando descubre que los oficiales de la provincia han decidido reubicar el pueblo para inundar el área, con el fin de construir una presa. Mantoa, sin embargo, opta por defender el legado espiritual de su comunidad.

En las montañas de Lesotho, una viuda de 80 años llamada Mantoa espera impaciente el regreso de su hijo, después de haber trabajado éste durante un tiempo en las minas del Sudáfrica. Pero lo que descubre es que su hijo ha fallecido. Terriblemente dolida por la noticia y habiendo perdido al único miembro que le quedaba de su familia, decide arreglar todos los papeles y las cuentas pendientes para ser enterrada en el cementerio local. Sus planes se complican cuando descubre que los oficiales de la provincia han decidido reubicar el pueblo para inundar el área, con el fin de construir una presa. Mantoa, sin embargo, opta por defender el legado espiritual de su comunidad.

The wastelands and crowded streets of an African country are traversed by a woman bearing a wooden cross on her back. She is followed by sellers, beggars and passersby, outraged voices, pity and curious glances. Parallel to her, among a herd of sheep, a lamb toddles its way from the far away mountains into the heart of the city, only to find itself dangling, skinned and headless, on a butcher’s shoulder. In the meantime, under the scorching sun, in a roofless house, a woman is persistently knitting a garment, unwinding a thread coiled over her son’s face. ‘Mother, I Am Suffocating. This is My Last Film About You’ is a symbolic social-political voyage of a society, spiralling between religion, identity and collective memory. “I saw in you what they saw, mother. You deserve your war”.

The wastelands and crowded streets of an African country are traversed by a woman bearing a wooden cross on her back. She is followed by sellers, beggars and passersby, outraged voices, pity and curious glances. Parallel to her, among a herd of sheep, a lamb toddles its way from the far away mountains into the heart of the city, only to find itself dangling, skinned and headless, on a butcher’s shoulder. In the meantime, under the scorching sun, in a roofless house, a woman is persistently knitting a garment, unwinding a thread coiled over her son’s face. ‘Mother, I Am Suffocating. This is My Last Film About You’ is a symbolic social-political voyage of a society, spiralling between religion, identity and collective memory. “I saw in you what they saw, mother. You deserve your war”.

The wastelands and crowded streets of an African country are traversed by a woman bearing a wooden cross on her back. She is followed by sellers, beggars and passersby, outraged voices, pity and curious glances. Parallel to her, among a herd of sheep, a lamb toddles its way from the far away mountains into the heart of the city, only to find itself dangling, skinned and headless, on a butcher’s shoulder. In the meantime, under the scorching sun, in a roofless house, a woman is persistently knitting a garment, unwinding a thread coiled over her son’s face. ‘Mother, I Am Suffocating. This is My Last Film About You’ is a symbolic social-political voyage of a society, spiralling between religion, identity and collective memory. “I saw in you what they saw, mother. You deserve your war”.

The wastelands and crowded streets of an African country are traversed by a woman bearing a wooden cross on her back. She is followed by sellers, beggars and passersby, outraged voices, pity and curious glances. Parallel to her, among a herd of sheep, a lamb toddles its way from the far away mountains into the heart of the city, only to find itself dangling, skinned and headless, on a butcher’s shoulder. In the meantime, under the scorching sun, in a roofless house, a woman is persistently knitting a garment, unwinding a thread coiled over her son’s face. ‘Mother, I Am Suffocating. This is My Last Film About You’ is a symbolic social-political voyage of a society, spiralling between religion, identity and collective memory. “I saw in you what they saw, mother. You deserve your war”.

An itinerant preacher proclaims to people that their god is in the very coffin he is dragging along.

An itinerant preacher proclaims to people that their god is in the very coffin he is dragging along.

In a society riddled by patriarchy, Mosonngoa embarks on an incisive pursuit to save her father's farm. When all her attempts fail, she enters a stick-fighting competition - against all odds.

In a society riddled by patriarchy, Mosonngoa embarks on an incisive pursuit to save her father's farm. When all her attempts fail, she enters a stick-fighting competition - against all odds.

In a society riddled by patriarchy, Mosonngoa embarks on an incisive pursuit to save her father's farm. When all her attempts fail, she enters a stick-fighting competition - against all odds.

A young aspiring suicide candidate. A salesman of stolen knives. An evangelical pastor with a mystic past. The stories of these characters intertwine in a cold, hopeless Germany.

A young aspiring suicide candidate. A salesman of stolen knives. An evangelical pastor with a mystic past. The stories of these characters intertwine in a cold, hopeless Germany.

A young aspiring suicide candidate. A salesman of stolen knives. An evangelical pastor with a mystic past. The stories of these characters intertwine in a cold, hopeless Germany.