Lemohang Jeremiah Mosese

Amongst the mountains of Lesotho, an 80-year-old widow winds up her affairs and makes arrangements for her burial. But when her village is threatened with resettlement due to the construction of a reservoir, she finds a new will to live and ignites a spirit of resistance within her community.

Lemohang Jeremiah Mosese’s This Is Not a Burial, It’s a Resurrection follow-up Ancestral Visions of the Future is described as being “a deeply personal exploration of identity, childhood, and death,” continuing a running theme in Mosese’s work of wrestling with his childhood in Lesotho and his exile to Germany.

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.

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

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.

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Three childhood friends have a dream of having water. Going to Maseru is their dream…to have their share of good things that the world has to offer.

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.