While Raca insults and rebuffs Jacob over everything, the sun begins to set on the horizon of Africa and this while all the big rivers branches into dry riverbeds, yes with the last water so salty and brackish. So the spirit of Sheba calls: behold, the last Africa wild animals is walking raised by hand, so tame, but the rest of the entire continent is only a hideous wreck, with slums stuck like cancerous tumours on so much wasted earth.

While Race is belittling and rebuffing Jacob over everything, the sun has already set on the horizon of Africa and mammon is moving as slow as a snail in his economic pace and food becomes very scarce and expensive on the shop shelf, while all the masses gasp for breath and death is watching with eyes so stark and there are thousands of shallow graves everywhere.

While Raca tries to teach Jacob on a ridiculous intellectual level, while laughing, the sun sets over the horizon and the crescent moon rises and also laughs while she sings joyfully: Bite-bite oh Race now your very last watery soft porridge and clap-clap your hands, while you are mockingly walking to your own grave.

While Raca now desperately tries to escape his certain downfall by means of the blessed workings of Jacob, the last light of the sun has already set over the mountains of Africa and look, money is now a penny with not enough value for a bit of grain, maize or even a little bit of dry porridge and man as well as animal will bite in the wind, at nothing.