Another tribal massacre is taking place in the African country, and refugees are flocking to Europe en masse. A couple of Bolu and Rial are lucky to get there alive and get asylum in Britain, plus a large house at their disposal. But the guilt for the death of his daughter does not let go of the characters of the film, causing terrible nightmares in the new house, becoming more and more real: an evil sorcerer from the other world demands the life of Bol, rightly accusing him of a bad deed.
While Bol gradually loses his nerves, his girlfriend begins to blame the boring, weak and lazy whites for the trash and scraps they throw them (well, would run somewhere in Uganda, what went to Europe?!), and then the scenario comes to a head: it turns out that an evil spirit is quite possible to cut the throat (and then he will probably die again!), after which it is impossible to take this nonsense seriously. . .