But doz wey dey opress oda pipol, nor know anytin at-all. Dem bi fools! Dem dey waka anyhow for darkness, while all di foundashon for di eart dey skata.
“Dia tit bi like swod and dia mout sharp like knife. Dem dey distroy poor pipol komot from dis eart and pipol wey nor get food to chop, dem dey kill dem trowey.
Di pipol bi like trees branches wey don dry and skata for groun; wey wimen dey gada take do firewood. So, bikos di pipol nor undastand anytin, God wey kreate dem nor go sorry or pity for dem.
So I go still do tins wey go dey sopraiz dem: tins wey dem nor go undastand. Wise men nor go get anytin to tok; doz wey get sense nor go fit esplain wetin dey happen.”
God sey, “Una wey survive for di nashons, make una gada kom! Pipol wey dey waka for evriwhere with di wood juju wey dem dey serve kon dey pray give oda gods wey nor fit save dem, nor know anytin at-all!
Make Yu vex well-well for di nashons wey nor gri woship Yu and doz wey rijet Yu, bikos dem don kill and distroy yor pipol finish kon turn awa land to desert.”