The 80s had a bit of everything, including a West African medieval spear-and-sorcery fantasy. The production values make it look like the finest American B-movies Roger Corman had to offer circa 1956. Once you get past that...
Synopsis:
A kid in 12th or 13th century Mali goes to kill his father. His dad isn't fond of him either, so he's trying to return the favour with his bad-ass magical powers which are granted to him by an enchanted post. Yes, as in "wooden thing you stick in the ground and generally hang a sign on."
Review:
In spite of the almost nothing budget, it's somewhat good. The kid needs to go on a subquest to find something that'll deal with his father's pesky post/phallic metaphor. He gets a carved piece of wood that kind of looks like a paddle with a gemstone in it. Along the way, you figure out what the issue is between the father and son and why the old sorcerer is such a dick. He's not as one-dimensional a dick as you'd think, either. There's an entire scene given to him where he sits around talking to the other shamans about why he's going to all this trouble carrying a fucking pole about.
Be warned, this is Mali in the 1980s pretending to be Mali from several hundred years ago. There is dong a-plenty, old titties, young titties, i.e. nudity of every sort. It's a mixed bag in the same way Lucky Charms have those fucking non-marshmallow pieces that keep you from getting to the awesome marshmallow bits.
Verdict:
Good. Not just for a movie made in Mali thirty years ago, either.