After Kufundisa gets to instruct the handling of the weapons properly, and of Mutongi to promise support in his radio with words in code to the resistant ones, he settled that the primordial objectives would be the liquid, call of black gold. Without this liquid, Ka Ubu and the Dollars would cry embittered.
Accomplish several attacks with success. Ka Ubu and the Dollars worried, because they saw the immense wealth flee them as sand to the wind. Ka Ubu summoned one of the many viceroys immediately, and it demanded him:
- Who don't know is from behind of this?
- No, my king, I don't know!
- That morbidity…
Ka Ubu had to demonstrate her anger, dissatisfaction, and the best for a king is to see the cholera in his face, to scream, and he screamed:
-… morbid one, it can only be that cursed of Kufundisa, and of his father, that stocking-trapper Akakakula.
- Without my doubts king! Mutongi of the Eclectic is to pass a message in the radio of him of Kufundisa… she says that there is a lot of corruption in the kingdom, and that will take the power with the foreigners' help.
- Foreigners!? Who, the Dollars!?
- No my king, they are not Dollars, they are other exchanges.
- Other!?.. Who!?.. Does it confiscate me Kufundisa and his damned father. It is going you and it turns you with her… damned unlucky!
With the aid of the Dollars it was facilitated immense the boss of Ka Ubu's guards, to capture the softness, sweet Kufundisa. Already in the presence of the tyranny, the hard life is resounded:
- Already anything I illuminate… because of you damsels whitewash kingdoms, empires… now in my kingdom a revolutionary was born. You and your Toussaint l'Ouverture! I will Give you a to haul windward that you will never forget.
- Oh it is! And that to haul windward is that?
- Kufundisa, don't omit me, you know that I wish you, that I have all of the women that I want. You are the elect, the privileged, the princess of my harem! In this kingdom all of the women belong me, and you are not exception!
- No!!! As an ancestor said: until that the lions have their own historians, the hunt histories will continue glorifying the hunter. We are bodies to the wait in your slaughterhouse!
- Guards, remove me of here this tsetse! Prison with her! That the whip she caresses!
In the prison, the enchanters backs of Kufundisa burn with the fire of the whippings. The blood of the injustice drains him because they will always exist many unjust oceans and almost none fair streams. But Kufundisa was not very crooked because nor I lament, groan, request of mercy osculou.
However, Fuenteovejuna and their friends become aware of the prison of Kufundisa. The revolt spreads, it reaches the peak.