Farewell my friend!

Upon hearing about Idrissa’s death, my first thought was the memory of the last time we met.

It was in Ouaga, a few days before FESPACO 2013. I had arrived from Niamey and was looking for a small hotel to spend a couple of nights. Idrissa recommended one near to his office. During those couple of days, we spent time talking about the past, having drinks, and laughing over some of our common stories; our experiences had not always been smooth sailing, and it was a no secret that we had had some ideological differences.

A few years earlier at another FESPACO, some other filmmakers were surprised to see us sitting and laughing together at the Splendid Hotel restaurant. Our differences never affected the respect that we had for one another when it came to talking about cinema. On several occasions when I was showing my work in the United States, I recommended Idrissa’s films among the must-see films from Africa.

Nevertheless, when we started the Guild of African Filmmakers and Producers in 2001, some of the members of the board wanted to appoint Idrissa as the honorary president of the Guild to give our young association some visibility. I fought strongly against this proposal because of Idrissa’s recurring statements about his place within what we call the African Cinema community. In the 90s at the peak of his fame, Idrissa repeatedly distanced himself from this community, which was so often rendered invisible, by saying he was a filmmaker, not an African filmmaker. At a time when we were struggling to bring some visibility to African cinema, why appoint someone who apparently cared so little about that struggle?

This incident occurred a few years after another serious fall-out, when some well-established filmmakers on the continent tried to convince international investors to restrict their funding of African cinema exclusively to filmmakers living on the continent. Idrissa, who had lived abroad for many years and only returned to Ouaga just a few years before, was not in a legitimate position, I believed, to protest that outrageous move. We met at the Cannes Film Festival and had an hour-long heated discussion about the proposal. We respectfully disagreed. And our disagreements never affected my respect for the talented filmmaker he was.

I first heard of Idrissa in 1983, when I went to FESPACO for the first time. We did not meet there, but in Paris in 1985 a few months after the following edition of FESPACO. He lived in the 19th Arrondissement of Paris, and we met a few times in a local Chinese restaurant to talk about cinema and about our respective visions. It was at a time when debates were evolving around the definition of African cinema, that is, about cinema as a tool to change the continent, to help improve the lives of the people, and to challenge the way the rest of the world viewed Africa, which is still an ongoing battle today.

Introducing complexity into narratives about the continent was a motto I fully embraced. But cinema being literally constituted of image and sound, I refused to impose a hierarchy on these elements. For me, both image and sound were equally important. At that time, Idrissa was more geared to a visual way of telling stories, with as few words as possible. His visual cinema answered one of the language issues that was prevalent at the time in African cinema and paved the way for the metaphorical cinema that he would develop in the following years.

Our styles of documenting were very different and yet complementary, to the point that I combined two of his short films (Les Ecuelles and Issa le tisserand) and two of mine (Fievre jaune taximan and Homage) into a feature-length film essay entitled De Ouaga à Douala en passant par Paris.

Addressing reality in a direct and a transformative way was not something Idrissa wanted to continue. He gradually shifted toward fictional cinema, and he was a master in finding metaphors to represent local reality in its complexity. Yam Daabo, his first feature film, marked a decisive...