So I try to search evriwhere to get wisdom and to undastand why tins dey happen di way dem dey happen and I dey ready to prove to mysef sey, wikedness dey stupid and foolishness dey bring madness.
Dis na di bad part about evritin wey dey happen for dis world: na di same tin go happen to evribody. Plus dis sef, na wikedness full human being mind and na wetin dem like dem dey do, den one day, dem go die.
Di time to ponish Israel don rish; di time wey pipol go get wetin dem deserve. Dat time, Israel pipol go know wen e happen! Una sey, ‘Dis profet na fool. Dis man wey feel sey e know well-well, dey kraze!’ Una hate mi well-well, bikos una sin too many.
I ponish dem many times for all di sinagog and I try to force dem make dem curse God. Bikos dat time, I dey vex for dem well-well, I even travel go oda towns go sofa dem, bikos of wetin dem bilive.