"You want to know something, mother? I saw you through the white man's eyes. You deserve your war, mother."
The people on the dusty streets of Lesotho stare inquisitively at the young woman, who is carrying a wooden cross on her back. She looks back into their faces, at mystically beautiful landscapes and herds of sheep. A raw voice-over structures the flow of images into a cinematic lament. In this essay film, Lemohang Jeremiah Mosese succeeds in creating the chronicle of sorrow, which steadily increases in scope from a personal farewell to the mother to a politically aware defection from the motherland.
