“Wen ever I sey I won heal and make my pipol, Israel prosper again, dia wikedness and di bad-bad tins wey dem dey do, nor dey allow mi do am. Samaria pipol dey shit each oda and dey do bad tins. Dem dey break enter pipol house and dey tif waka for street.
“But e go bad for una wey dey tish di law and una Farisee pipol, una wey dey pritend! Una klose door make pipol nor for fit enter God Kingdom! Unasef nor won enter and una nor won make odas enter.
Na mi bi di bread wey kom down from heaven. Anybody wey chop dis bread go live forever. Na my flesh bi di bread wey I go give di pipol wey dey for dis world.”