But naw, dem don tif all en pipol tins; lock dem undagroun kon hide dem for prison. Dem tif from dem kon karry all dia tins komot and nobody dey to save dem.
But make una first gri sey una don sin against mi wey bi di Oga una God. Make una konfess sey una nor dey obey my kommand and una don show una love to oda gods for under evry green tree.” Mi, wey bi God, don tok.
So I ask, “Na who wise rish to undastand wetin make dis tins happen? Na who God don tell wey fit esplain why e bi like dis? Wetin make di land skata kon dry like desert wey pipol nor fit travel pass?”