Sunday 1 June 2008

Don't You Know If You Help Them, They Won't Go


The tragic events of May left people dazed. Desmond Tutu said “God, please, please forgive us.” As the nation struggled to come to terms with the violence that had been unleashed, shelters were set up, communities helped people that had been displaced, and the questions were flying back and forth: how could this have happened? It was a time for soul searching. The irony wasn’t lost on anyone that these attacks had happened in Africa Month. Fabian Adeoye Lojede and the cast and crew of MNET’s Jacob's Cross met at The Village Walk Mall to donate food and clothing to the victims of the attacks. A woman saw them and asked Fabian what they were doing with all the clothes and food. Fabian told her. Without skipping a beat she replied, “Don’t you know if you help them, they won’t go.” Then she got into her BMW and drove away.

I had met Fabian through his business partner, director Mickey Dube. Over the years we had discussed, at various occasions, our visions of African Cinema, the kinds of films we wanted to make and African politics. He was someone I wanted to work with. I also wanted to work with Hakeem kae-Kazim, our last collaboration was God Is African and we had been looking for something to work on. With the three of us committed to the film we agreed to commission someone to put together an extensive research package into the riots. Using our own funds we hired a lady that came highly recommended. She promptly got to work.

She returned months later with boxes of books, recordings, testimonials, comments and analysis. All of us received a pack and we started the process of going through the research. In the pages of those research documents lay the foundation of the film that would later be called Man On Ground


Thursday 22 May 2008

The Burning Man


London
May 2008

It started with this picture of Ernesto Alfabeto Nhamuave.


I was working on my new documentary about Wole Soyinka. The filming had taken us from South Africa to Nigeria and we had just landed in London. At my host’s house, I came down for breakfast and the morning paper was on the table. The unsightly image of a burning man greeted me. More grotesque were the people around the man, laughing. I picked up the paper to find out which part of the world this cruelty was being inflicted. I have never recovered from that picture.


Wednesday 21 May 2008

Extracts From The Diary Of A Filmmaker


21 May 2008


I remember a moment with a Somali taxi driver in Toronto last year when I told him I was from South Africa. He asked, “Why are you killing my people?” I had no answer other than to apologize. There is no 'them' killing his people, it's 'us'. It affects us all and we need to do something and not ignore the warning signs. I’m not even looking for the rainbow sign because this is already the fire next time.