Dia face dey show sey dem dey guilty. Just like di pipol for Sodom, na so too dem dey boast about dia sin. E bad well-well for dem, bikos dem dey distroy demsef.
Shame dey katch dem bikos of di wiked tins wey dem do? No! Dem nor dey shame at-all. Dem nor even sabi form sef! So, dem go die just as odas die. Dem go die finish, afta I don ponish dem.” Mi, wey bi God, don tok.
Dem dey shame sey dem do dis kind wiked tins? ‘No!’ Dem nor dey shame at-all; dem nor even sabi form sef! Bikos of dis, just as pipol wey don die, na so too dem go die finish afta I don ponish dem.” Mi, wey bi God, don tok.
So make yu nor allow dem deceive yu, bikos dem pass forty wey hide for bush one kill-am. Dem don swear sey dem nor go chop or drink anytin, until dem don kill Paul. Naw, dem dey wait for yu to gri for wetin dem won ask yu.”