Wen God won kom shake dis eart with en pawa and glory, pipol go hide for hole, inside rock den dig hole for groun so dat dem go eskape from God vexnashon.
I go let grass grow for evriwhere and I nor go trim di vine or use hoe dig di groun again, instead, I go let dirty kover am and rain nor go ever fall put again.”
Cypress trees go grow for where grass dey naw. Myrtle trees go grow for where shuku-shuku dey. Dis sign go dey forever and e go dey remind una about wetin mi wey bi God don do.”
Na so too shuku-shuku go kover all di tins wey dem plant for di hill and nobody go fit go der again. E go bi where melu and sheep for dey go chop grass.”
“But for naw, mi, wey bi God, dey sey: ‘I dey send enemies wey go katch dis pipol like man wey dey katch fish. Afta, I go send oda pipol wey go katch dem like huntas for mountins, hills and holes for rock.