Naw, make una si as una dey work hard to find oda gods and yet e nor dey taya una. Una tink sey na bikos una juju dey give una pawa, na-im make una nor dey taya to work?
My pipol go plant korn, but na grass dem go gada. Even doh dem work hard, nor-tin go show sey dem work, bikos I dey vex for dem, so dia food wey dem plant, nor go grow.”
Black man fit shange en skin kolour, abi leopard fit komot di mark wey dey en body? If dem nor fit, den e go hard for wiked pesin to do good, bikos na only to do bad tins, e sabi.
But God sey, “My pipol foolish well-well, dem nor know mi at-all. Dem bi shidren wey nor get sense and dem nor dey kwik undastand anytin. Na only bad-bad tins dem sabi do.”
sey, ‘Dis na wetin go happen to Babilon. E go sink and e nor go raiz-up again, bikos of di way God go distroy am.’ ” Na here Jeremaya message for finish.
So tell dem sey: “Dis na nashon wey nor gri obey di Oga dia God or learn from dia wahala. Nobody for der dey good and di pipol nor dey even tok about good tins again.
God sey, “Dis pipol bi like sojas wey don ready dia bows. Dem always dey ready to lie, bikos of dis, dem don get pawa for di land, but na wayo dem take get am. Dem don do many bad tins and dem nor dey tink of mi wey bi dia God.
But make una dey sure about dis! Oga God wey dey kommand heaven sojas don tok: Evritin wey di nashons dey do nor mean anytin; all dia work go dey yuzles.
Nor bi di same papa all of us get? Nor bi di same God kreate all of us? Den why wi dey break awa promise wey wi make to each oda kon hate di kovenant wey God make with awa grand-grand papa dem?