Just how and why Mbuyane collapsed

The chap was lying on his beloved Goma Goma couch enjoying his self-made fig juice (made from feiye [in setswana] mkhiwane [in zulu] vy [in Afrikaans]) when he heard noises coming from the back of the house. Since his uncle’s unlicensed firearm was confiscated in Mpumalanga last year, he was left with no choice but to take a broom and a torch to the scene. He could see the bin contents moving out of the bin but could not see what was taking them, could it be a cat? he asked, but a cat can’t chew like that, whatever it is, it is too hungry. As he approaches the bin, about 4 steps away he lit his torch…whatever he saw, sent very strong shockwaves his mind and body could not handle… see the photo below: