Naim e shaut, ‘Papa Abraham, make yu sorry for mi, abeg send Lazarus make e put en finger for wota kon tosh my mout, bikos I dey sofa inside dis fire.’
But anybody wey go drink from di wota wey I go gi-am, nor go hongry for wota again, bikos di wota wey I go gi-am, go turn to river wey nor dey dry inside en belle and di wota go gi-am life wey nor dey end.”
Make una nor work for food wey nor dey last, but for food wey go give una life wey nor dey end and dat kind food, na only Man Pikin go fit give una, bikos na-im God send kom.”