In a wild whirlwind, like a hapless troll, a hurricane will roll towards Southern Africa. Everyone goes into a flat spin, with squatter houses and roofs swirling around in the sky. Yes, a wild, furious wind is running closer, askew and like a funnel.  

He laughs and says: In Southern Africa there will be problems because I am wild and mad. So, get some water, food and even petrol. Look, even in the government the heads can roll because of me.

A wild, furious wind is rolling closer, defiantly. It uproots trees, from their top to their deepest root. Quickly the rivers fill up, to there where it rolls far over the banks.