True-true, di day una start to plant, una dey do evritin wey una fit do, so dat di plant go grow. Di morning wey una start to klean di land, una dey do evritin wey una fit do to make di plant survive, but una nor go si anytin harvest and na only diziz and pain go follow una.
Make una kill all di farmer wey dey plant for di town. Make all di strenjas go back to dia own pipol. Make dem rush go back to dia land, so dat doz wey dey attack, nor go kill dem join Babilon pipol.”
So I ask, “Na who wise rish to undastand wetin make dis tins happen? Na who God don tell wey fit esplain why e bi like dis? Wetin make di land skata kon dry like desert wey pipol nor fit travel pass?”
So God wey get pawa sey, “For di town, pipol go dey kry and mourn for evriwhere. Dem go sey make farmers kry for dia land, den dem go pay pipol wey go kom mourn with dem.