Even di profets and di priests dey stagga bikos dem don drink well-well. Dem don drink plenty wine and e dey konfuse dem. Dem don drink sotey dem nor dey fit undastand di vishon wey God send kom or judge any kase well.
I dey tell una sey, doz wey woship and obey mi, go get plenty food to chop and drink, but food and wota go hongry una wey dey disobey mi. My pipol go dey happy, but na disgrace go follow doz wey dey disobey mi.
Di pipol go dey waka anyhow for di land, dem nor go get hope and dem go dey hongry. So bikos of di honga and vexnashon, dem go look up kon curse dia king and God.
Dem attack dia neighbour from rite, but dem still dey hongry. Dem chop dia neighbour from left, but dem nor beleful. Dem even dey chop dia own shidren join.
“I go turn una festival to burial kon shange una happiness to kry. I go make una kut una hair kon wear sak klot, den I go make una mourn like sey una only pikin just die. Dat day go bitter well-well.
Make una nor allow yeye and foolish word kom out from una mout. And make una nor dey tok anyhow or use bad word, bikos all dis tins nor good. Instead, make una dey tank God with una mout.
Wen pipol dey sey, “Evritin dey okay and peaceful,” na dat time wahala wey go skata evriwhere go kom and e go bi like di pain wey woman dey face wen e won born and nobody go eskape from am.
Pipol wey dey chop well and get evritin before, don dey fine work naw, so dat dem go si food chop, while doz wey dey hongry before, don si plenty food chop. Even di woman wey neva get belle before, don born seven shidren, but di ones wey get plenty shidren, nor get again.