I sey, ‘Make una plant raitiousness for unasef, den una go harvest love wey nor dey end. Make una klear new groun for unasef, bikos dis na di time to turn kom meet mi, so dat I go save una.’
Di ones wey fall for where stones dey, na di pipol wey hear God word kon receive am with happiness, but dem nor get rut. Dem bilive small, but wen wahala kom, dem nor bilive again.