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.
So, as straw and dry grass dey burn for fire, na so too dia life and all di betta tins wey dem get, go dry and blow trowey, bikos dem don rijet wetin Israel God wey get pawa, tish us.
So God nor go let any of di yong men eskape; pity for doz wey dia husband don die or doz wey nor get papa and mama again. Bikos all of dem dey wiked; dem nor know God and evritin wey dem dey tok, bad well-well. But God vexnashon nor go end and E still dey ready to ponish en pipol.
Before una sell di land, nor bi una own propaty? Naw wen una sell am finish, di money nor still bi una own to spend as una like? Wetin make una get dis kind mind? Dis lie wey yu tok so, nor bi pesin yu do am to, but na God!”