I go distroy all en vine and di fig tree wey e sey en lovers gi-am, bikos e dey serve dem. I go turn en gardins to wildaness; den wiked animals go distroy dem.
“Una dey put mind sey una harvest go plenty, but na small una dey get. Even wen una karry di small food wey una harvest rish house, I go blow dem trowey. Na wetin make mi do like dat? Na bikos my temple skata and all of una dey build fine-fine house for unasef.
Dat time, una go where dem pak korn full, dey tink sey una go si twenty sak, but na only ten una si. Una go draw fifty gallon for wine, but na only twenty una get.