Den Lot go tell di men wey won marry en dotas sey, “Make una kwik-kwik komot from dis town, bikos God won distroy am!” But dem tink sey Lot dey lie for dem.
E get one man wey dey stay alone, e nor get pikin or broda, but e dey work hard to get more propaty. But e ask ensef, “Na who I dey work for sef wey make mi nor dey fit enjoy mysef?” All dis tins dey yuzles well-well o-o!
Una gold and silva nor go save una wen God go show as E dey vex rish. En jealousy bi like fire and di fire go distroy di world. Yes, na God make evribody for di world dey fear.
But Zakius stop kon tell Jesus, “Oga God si, I go give half of wetin I get to poor pipol and evribody wey I don shit before, I go pay am back four times!”