Israel pipol bi like grape vine wey grape full. But di more dem dey prosper, di more dem dey build juju altars. Di more good-good tins dey happen for di town, di more dem dey make and woship juju.
Make una sell evritin wey una get and give di money to poor pipol. Bag wey nor go tear, make una take am gada betta tins for heaven, where tif nor go fit rish and siti-siti nor go fit spoil dem.
But una sturbones and strong heart nor let una turn from sin kom meet God, so una dey make una ponishment many more-more, for di Day wen God go judge di world, bikos en na judge wey nor dey support bad tins.
wi dey like sey wi dey vex, but wi dey always happy; wi bi like poor pipol, but wi dey make many pipol rish; wi bi like who nor get anytin, but wi get evritin.
My brodas and sistas, make una listin! God nor choose poor pipol for dis world sey, make dem rish for faith and inherit di kingdom wey E promise sey E go give doz wey love am?
I know di sofa wey yu sofa and how yu nor get money, but yu get enough money. I still know di bad tins wey dem tok about yu. Dem sey dem bi Jew pipol, but dem nor bi Jew, bikos dia sinagog, na Satan own.