As I dey look, I si strong breeze dey blow kom from nort and tick kloud with tonda lite dey round am. Fire still dey der too and I si one tin dey shine inside di fire.
River with fire dey kom out from di throne. Pipol wey dey woship am, many well-well. Many-many pipol still dey wait to kom woship am. Den dem open di book, bikos dem won start to judge kase.
Oga God sey, “True-true, Judgement day dey kom; e go kom like strong fire. All doz sturbon and wiked pipol go fall and dat day dem go burn die. Both dia rut and branches go burn finish.
Di fan wey e go take blow kanda komot from korn, dey en hand and e go gada and keep en korn inside store kon burn di dirty for faya wey nor dey kwensh.”
But make una undastand today sey, di Oga una God wey dey waka for una front na fire wey dey burn anytin; E go win dem kon make dem bi like mumu for una front. Just as God tell una, na so una go kwik-kwik konker and distroy dem finish.