Doz wey dey stay der nor bin get pawa and fear dey katch dem. Dem bi like grass for field or grass wey dey grow on-top roof wey east wind go soon blow komot.
Naw, wi dey sey, na pipol wey dey karry body up, happy pass. Wiked pipol nor dey only prosper, but dem dey test as God patient bi with di wiked tins wey dem dey do; yet nor-tin dey happen to dem.”
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.