kon sey, “My Oga God, if I really dey good for yor eye, make Yu go with us, bikos wi bi sturbon pipol; make Yu forgive us awa evil and sin kon take us as yor pipol.”
Den God tell mi, “Even if Moses and Samuel stand here dey beg for dis pipol, I nor go listin or sorry for dem. So make yu take dem komot for my front kon tell dem make dem dey go!
Na evil dem dey take pay good? Naw, dem don dig pit for mi make I fall inside. Wen Yu dey vex dat time, make Yu remember as I beg Yu bikos of dem, so dat Yu nor go ponish dem.
Make di priest wey dey serve God for di altar, stand and kry for di temple gate kon sey, “My Oga God, make Yu sorry for yor pipol. Nor allow oda nashons hate, laf and ask us sey, ‘Where una God der?’ ”
Naim e kon tell doz wey dey wosh di farm sey, ‘Since three years naw, I dey fine fruit for dis tree, but wen I look, I nor dey si. So, make una kut am down! Why wi still let am dey take space?’
Nor bi sey God nor fit do wetin E promise as some pipol dey tink, but E dey patient dey wait for una, bikos E nor wont make anybody die trowey, but E wont make evribody turn from sin kom meet am.