So I sey make wi dey enjoy awasef, bikos di only good tin for dis world na to dey chop, drink and enjoy awa short life. Na so wi go take enjoy di happiness and hard work wey God give us to do for dis world.
But instead, una bigin laf and dey do party. Una sey, “Make dem kill sheep and melu make wi chop and make wi drink plenty wine! Make wi drink and chop, bikos wi go fit die tumoro.”
God kon tell mi, “Make yu put dem for di temple pus.” So I take di thirty silva, di money wey dem feel sey dem fit take buy mi kon put am for di temple pus.
“ ‘Una wey dey laf; make una hear, una go sopraiz till una die! Bikos I go do sometin for una time, sometin wey una nor go bilive even if dem tell una.’ ”
If resureshon nor dey, wetin kon bi my gain, afta I don fight wiked animal for Efesus? Na bikos of pride make mi do am? If na so, e go good make wi dey chop and drink bikos tumoro wi go die.