It is Judgment Night in Harare. I have just had dinner with friends who are both bemused and amused that I plan to spend an entire evening with the popular Pentecostal pastor, Prophet Emmanuel Makandiwa. My friend JP tells me a joke that he says will get me in the spirit.
‘So Satan leaps out at a little old woman who is hard of hearing.
‘I am Satan,’ he says.
‘I do not hear you my son,’ she says.
‘I said I am Satan, the Devil, Beelzebub!’
‘I am sorry my son. I am afraid my ears are no longer what they were,’ she says.