So Oga God sey, “I go distroy human being wey I kreate komot for dis eart; plus evritin, from human being go rish animals, join di ones wey dey creep for groun and di birds for di sky, bikos I dey vex sey I kreate dem.”
Na mi stop di rain to fall for una land three monts before una go harvest wetin una plant. Sometaims, I dey let rain fall for one town or field and di oda town go dry well-well bikos I nor allow rain fall for der.
Anybody wey fit bear rish di end, go wear white klot like dem and I nor go remove en name from my Life Book, but I go tok about am for my Papa and en angels front.