Dia face dey show sey dem dey guilty. Just like di pipol for Sodom, na so too dem dey boast about dia sin. E bad well-well for dem, bikos dem dey distroy demsef.
Dem dey shame sey dem do dis kind wiked tins? ‘No!’ Dem nor dey shame at-all; dem nor even sabi form sef! Bikos of dis, just as pipol wey don die, na so too dem go die finish afta I don ponish dem.” Mi, wey bi God, don tok.
“Why una won do dis kind tin? Wi too na human being like una! Wi kon tell una di Good News, wey go make una turn from sin kom meet God, wey make heaven, eart, sea and all di tins wey dey inside dem.
Dem go end for hell; na dia belle bi di god wey dem dey serve. Tins wey suppose make dem shame, naim dey make dem happy and na only tins for dis world dem dey tink about.
Naw, wen Eli don old well-well, e kon dey hear evritin wey en boys dey do to evribody for Israel and how dem dey sleep with wimen for di temple door-mot.