Den di angel wey bi like human being, appear kon tosh my lip. I open my mout kon start to tok. I tell am, “Oga God! Dis vishon don make mi weak and na-im make mi dey shake anyhow.
Gabriel stand near mi, so bikos I dey fear, I kon fall face groun. Naim e sey, “Man pikin, make yu undastand wetin e mean. Di vishon dey show yu how di world go take end.”
So I faint and I kon dey sick for some days. Den afta, I get up kon go do di work wey di king sey make I do. But di vishon still dey sopraiz mi, bikos I nor fit undastand wetin e mean.