En brodas ansa, “Yor savants na from one house and wi bi twelf boys. Na one man for Kanaan born all of us. Di one wey yong pass dey with awa papa and one don die.”
Wen E stop, di eart go start to shake and wen E look, di nashons go bigin fear. All di mountins go skata; di hills wey dey since go sink and E go dey forever and ever.