Disassembling Mutle Mothibe is a heart-warming self-reflective, sensitive, finely crafted biographic mixture of poetry accompanied by sound and visuals to tell the tale of Mutle Mothibe. A unique journey about adolescence, love, loss, grief, memory, and identity which unfold through the use of music and visuals to tell a personal narrative about relationships and the lessons that come from it.

"We see the film festival as a critical catalyst for social cohesion, showcasing a special collection of films that celebrate Africa’s beauty, people, creativity and reflect the continent’s bold spirit and talent,” says Mangwedi.

By choosing to depict these specific sites Nhlengethwa views this work as an archive of the city and record of certain buildings that may not exist in the future. “When you look at what photographers like David Goldblatt did in the past, some of those structures no longer exist, but they’re on record.

Socially, I notice that white people have determined what white noise is. As an extension of the idea that whiteness yields its power from its “invisibility”, white noise is the backdrop to sounds that white people deem appropriate for their racial comfort. Noise made only for/by them

Kyle Shepherd is arguably one of South Africa’s leading progressive pianists, composers and band leaders of his generation. Internationally recognized for his distinctive compositional style & performances, Shepherd has made a huge impression on debut as a film score composer for the critically-acclaimed film, Noem My Skollie / Call Me Thief – South Africa’s official entry to the 2017 Academy Awards – for which he scored a nomination for the 2017 South African Film & Television Award [SAFTA] for Best Achievement in an Original Music Score in a Feature Film.

Antigone then steps into her grave. When she opens her mouth to speak it is her own name. It rings out in a discordant harmony. Antigone plays with the pronunciation – ‘Anti-gon, Antee-go-nie, Antigone (said like a triplet). A hand shoots up from the mass which is her body and conducts the voices as they rise, fall and glide.

These songs of ours always get us into trouble. When we want peace, we sing. When we want to be heard we sing. Sound permeates our lives and like Fela Kuti said; Music is a weapon. Pipe smoking elders in Zimbabwe who spend lazy afternoons playing Mbira say a grunt in a chant spells trouble. This is the free voice of Afrikan music.

Fast forward to High School, Mzwakhe Mbuli, The People’s Poet is taking his shot at interesting me in spoken word, entwining it with the ever-alluring potpourri of musical instruments but falls short as the turpitudes of our environs catch up with him and see him serve extensive jail time at the Leeuwkop penal facility. Needless to say, this was the end of his illustrious career.