Di pipol bi like trees branches wey don dry and skata for groun; wey wimen dey gada take do firewood. So, bikos di pipol nor undastand anytin, God wey kreate dem nor go sorry or pity for dem.
E just bi like sey dem dey chop ashes. Di foolish tins wey dem dey tink don deceive dem and dem nor fit help demsef again or tell demsef sey, ‘Nor bi lie-lie God wi dey serve so?’ ”
Una don forget God wey make una; di Pesin wey stresh heaven kon make di eart foundashon? Why una dey always fear pipol wey dey opress una; doz wey ready to distroy una? But naw, una nor go fear dem again.