But for di sevent year, una must allow di land rest and make una leave am, so dat poor pipol wey dey with una, go chop wetin grow for di land and di animals go chop wetin remain. Una must still do like dis for una vineyard and olive farm.
I sey, ‘Make una plant raitiousness for unasef, den una go harvest love wey nor dey end. Make una klear new groun for unasef, bikos dis na di time to turn kom meet mi, so dat I go save una.’
Di seed wey fall for shuku-shuku, na pesin wey hear God word, but wahala, long-trot and to kwik get money for dis world kon shuk di word die for en heart and e nor kon bear fruit.
Di seeds wey fall for shuku-shuku, na di pipol wey hear God word, but wahala, plenty propaty and jolly-jolly for dis world kon shuk dem, so di fruit nor even ripe.