One day, all of us go must die, bikos wi bi like wota wey pour for groun wey dem nor fit gada again. But God nor dey kill pesin, instead E go tink of how E go take bring di pesin kom back to ensef.
As di men dey travel go Jordan aria, na klot and swods wey Siria sojas drop as dem dey run, full di road. So dem go back kon tell di king wetin dem si.
True-true, nobody know di time wen dis tins go happen! Like fish wey net katch or bird wey enter trap, na so too, wahala just dey kom meet pipol by sopraiz.
Bikos una dey boast sey una don follow deat and dead body enter agriment. Una dey sure sey wahala nor go near una wen e kom, bikos una bilive sey una lie-lie word go save una.
Di agriment wey una make with deat, nor go work again and dem go kansol di one wey una enter with dead body. Wen judgement go kom like strong wave, e go karry una go.
Yu trust yor wikedness kon sey, ‘Nobody dey si mi.’ Yor wisdom and di sense wey yu get dey deceive yu wen yu sey, ‘I dey special and nobody bi like mi.’
True-true, bikos e nor show en pawa, na dat make dem fit nail am for cross, but e dey alive naw, bikos of God pawa. Aldo wi dey weak with am, but wi go dey alive togeda with am, bikos of God pawa wey wi get.