“Even as I ponish una shidren rish, dem nor gri shange or listin as I dey korrect dem. Just as lion dey kill en enemy, na so too una don kill una profets finish.”
How I wish dem know wetin I dey tink for my mind, den dem for fit prish my message give my pipol, so dat dem go stop di kind life wey dem dey live and di bad-bad tins wey dem dey do.
“Jerusalem pipol! Jerusalem pipol! Una wey kill profets and stone pipol wey God send kom meet una! E don tey wey I won gada una shidren as fawol dey gada en pikin under en feada, but una nor gri!
and una go dey happy for dat day. “Make una happy well-well, bikos di reward wey una go get for heaven, go big well-well. Na so dia grand-grand papa dem tok about di profets too.
E get any profet wey una grand-grand papa dem nor kill? Dem even kill di messenja wey tok before sey, ‘Di Raitious Man go kom and una go gi-am to wiked pipol and dem go kill-am.’
My brodas and sistas, make una nor tok bad about each oda. Anybody wey tok bad or judge en broda or sista for Christ, e dey tok bad about di law and e dey judge di law. But if una judge di law, den una nor dey obey di law, but una don bikom di law judge bi dat.
My brodas and sistas, make una get patient till Christ go kom back. Tink how farmer dey wait for wetin e plant until e grow kon bring food wey dear and e dey wait with patient for am, until di first and di last rain go fall put.