Township kids enthused to make movies

The film school Africa is gearing up for another exciting year, according to their former students.

The school is starting their level one class at the beginning of June. The former FSA student and the Cape Peninsula graduate Nosisi Sithole has been busy since the announcement of the new classes because she will be working with the Director of the school Katie Taylor and the school’s own editor Marie  Midcalf.

Taylor said the classes are free of charge “the classes are free of charge but we do require your consistency “said Taylor.

The school had their annual festival, where they show case student films.

The Executive International and Film School Africa’ s Director Taylor said the students did their best ,  and she mentioned the boy who she said his movies were the worse when he started. “We didn’t show Cwenga’s level one films because they were that bad, “but look at him now, the best editor, said Taylor with excitement.

She continue saying that “Hard work pays because this kid who didn’t know how to even edit the movies by the end of his level one.” Said Taylor.

The school started way back in 2008 by Katie Taylor, who was working at Hollywood back then. She started everything from scratch, she thought her students how to tell their own stories on camera, how to pitch their story ideas and how to shoot. Know almost eight years later the school has spread in Strand. And they added some more film levels; they also added Art, Photography and acting classes.

The highlight of the school is always the film festival which happened every year at the end of the years. The students invite their friends and family to attend the community and also attend. The students walk in red carpet, families, friends and the school taking their picture.

One of the former students said film festival is the proof that you make it and you can do whatever you put your mind on it because it’s a lot of work, but it’s all worth it. 

Some of the awards winners from last year were given to the best actor, best improved Editor and audience’s choice. The other film makers who went home with awards was Thando Dynatyi ( who currently studying film at AFDA), Azola Anita, Manna Benny Tshengele and Pretty Mcetywa who went home with the best improved director.

Mcetywa said she is happy with her ward, the award inspired her to follow her dreams in Film making industry as she is currently doing grade 12.

 

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Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
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The bend of my hair,
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Phenomenal woman,
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Maya Angelou

Sky so blue

So sky so blue,

With friendly overture, tempting

To follow the perspective of its ordinary,

Forget about the day yet to come.

Sky so blue,

Despite retition inconsistent dark clouds

That blends and blemishes its tendency

Sky so blue with its beauty, bequested

To the nature lovers, us! Abiding in society,

While stars squeeze in, striving to survive in the

Darker circuit of its planet. And deficit the dark clouds

That creates a chaos among the space planet.

Sky so blue,

But no one has ever seen, nor notices, while the other world see it

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Nature, while generation to come, with its curiosity belated vintage,

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Beautify the whole planet,

With its marvellous attractive colour changing once,

Focus closely,

With the full moon that tempt everyone dance in the sky, sleep on the mountains

And smile at the Lord,

But clouds sp dark covers all the beauty and leave a mark and round stain

Whenever it is present,

Sky so blue,

That makes clouds so jealous, that lead to trespassing, crossing boundaries

And play Sky’s part in the planet.

In case you needed encouragement

Still Rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

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Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

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With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

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Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

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Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

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You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

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Up from a past that's rooted in pain
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Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
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I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
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Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

Maya Angelou

Beautiful Africa