One day, all of us go must die, bikos wi bi like wota wey pour for groun wey dem nor fit gada again. But God nor dey kill pesin, instead E go tink of how E go take bring di pesin kom back to ensef.
Awa Oga God! Yu know sey wi dey pass thru dis world like strenjas, just as awa grand-grand papa dem do. Awa days bi like shadow wey dey fade and wi nor fit run from deat.
Human being bi like ordinary dirty wey breeze dey blow and pipol wey feel sey dem strong, nor get pawa at-all. If yu go measure dem for skale, all of dem togeda nor heavy rish air.