Dem go bi like house wey pesin hide put bikos of heavy rain. Dem go bi like wota wey dey rush for desert; like big rock wey en shadow kover empty land.
All dis nor bi ordinary word, but dem dey give life! Wen una obey dis word, una go get long life for di land wey una go soon cross Jordan River enter.”
Nor bi only doz ones, but naw, I dey look evritin as nor-tin, wen I kompare am with Christ, my Oga God wey I know and I trowey evritin, bikos of am. True-true, I dey look all doz tins as yeye, so dat I go fit gain Christ,
“Di shuku-shuku ansa, ‘If una really wont make I bi una king, den make una kom stay under mi. If not, fire go from my shuku-shuku branches burn Lebanon cedars.’ ”