But en papa sey, “My pikin, I know; I know wetin I dey do. Manasseh too go bi strong nashon and e go dey great. But even with all dis, en yonga broda go strong pass am and en shidren-shidren go many like san-san.”
Even doh dis pipol dey make nois like heavy wave for sea, wen God shaut for dem, dem go turn run go one far land and na breeze go karry dem like leaf for hill or like dirty wey strong breeze blow.
“For dat time, dem go tell Jerusalem and Judah pipol sey, “ ‘I dey kommand one strong breeze kom from di desert kom meet my pipol. Di breeze nor bi to blow well or to klean my pipol,
Israel pipol bi like grape vine wey grape full. But di more dem dey prosper, di more dem dey build juju altars. Di more good-good tins dey happen for di town, di more dem dey make and woship juju.
If e nor gri stop, I go naked am, just as e bi wen dem born am. I go make am bi like dry land, where nor-tin dey grow and I go let wota hongry am till e die.
Wen sun start to shine, God kon send one hot breeze kom from east. Di sun dey shine for Jonah head and e nearly faint. So as Jonah dey vex, bikos di plant wey kover en head don die, e kon sey, “E betta make I die, dan dis life wey I dey live so.”