Film night at the British Council

Things happen Africa time. The schedule slips a little. The logistics of movement in Freetown mean that you have to allow for a 6:30 start when the plan was to start at 6. Patience is a necessity here.

By the time the auditorium fills up there is a very respectable 150-strong audience, mainly of youth, but also a few older faces Ė which is good to see.

Linda Koroma opens the proceedings in the formal style that seems to accompany all meetings in Freetown (and probably all over Africa). I guess itís a combination of tribal gathering and Colonial committee influences, all highly mannered.

The films go down well. Some of the stuff produced by young people from Hull is heavily accented and hard to understand, not helped by the poor sound quality in the auditorium, but itís great to be showing work produced by pupils from Kingswood, Winifred Holtby, St Maryís, Kelvin and Sutton Park primary in Hull to an audience in Freetown, Sierra Leone.

The young people working with Jon and Murray this time round have produced some fantastic work, varying from pieces which are enthusiastic and passionate to others which are genuinely informative, poignant, well-planned and beautifully shot.

For me personally, the film made by Barmmy Boy about a day in the life of his brother Samie stands out. Not only does it express the truth about the poverty that people experience here, but it also shows the brilliant resilience of Sierra Leonean children.
Itís already uploaded to the blog, check it out below.

After the filmshow Jon, Murray and I work the auditorium, collecting numbers and emails, hearing more of the earnest wishes of young people here to rise above the crap, save their souls and save their country.

We head back into the black ink of an unelectrified night, taxi back, sit on the hotel verandah blown by the warm breeze. Beer time again.


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