My God send en angel kom klose di lion dem mout, so dat dem nor go tosh mi, bikos E si and know sey I nor do anytin. And I neva still do any bad tin to yu, my king.”
“Make yu allow us pass yor land; wi nor go-go di field or vineyard; wi nor go drink wota from yor well, but wi go stay for di main road until wi don komot from yor aria.”
Or God don ever try to diliver one kountry from anoda kountry with judgement, signs, wonders, war, strent, pawa or any oda tin wey dey make pesin fear like di ones wey God do for Egypt for una own eyes?
Bikos E love una grand-grand papa, E kon choose to bless dia shidren-shidren and na en own hand E take komot una from Egypt with all di wonders wey E do.