God sey, “Make wise pipol nor dey boast, bikos dem wise and make doz wey strong, nor boast sey dem get pawa. Make doz wey get money, nor boast with di money wey dem get.
I distroy Amor pipol, bikos of my pipol; men wey tall like cedar tree and get pawa like strong tree. I distroy di fruit wey dey dia tree kon skata di rut for groun.
Na wetin go happen to us? Awa own brodas don make us dey fear, bikos dem sey, ‘Di pipol wey dey di land big well-well pass us; dia kountry dey big and dem fence am rish heaven. Wi still si Anak shidren-shidren for der too.’ ”
So I look kon si one white horse dey kom! Di pesin wey dey ride am whole bow and e wear crown for en head. E go fight and win many war and na champion e bi.