Like many deities in this part of the world, he is extremely remote. He lives several miles up in the sky where he occasionally rumbles like thunder.
But he’s certainly not lightning-fast. Messages take a long time to get through to him as they must pass through layer upon layer of interminable intermediaries.
By the time he gets around to answering the urgent pleas of his worshipers, most of them have either died of the disease they were complaining about or else forgotten whatever it was they wanted in the first place.
Perhaps that’s just as well because MULUNGU’s outgoing messages tend to arrive as gibberish after their lengthy bureaucratic fermentation downwards.