God tell Adam, “Yu obey yor wife kon chop from di tree wey I kommand yu sey, ‘Make yu nor chop from.’ “Bikos yu do dis, I curse di groun. Yu go work hard to make di groun bring food till yu die.
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.”
My pipol go plant korn, but na grass dem go gada. Even doh dem work hard, nor-tin go show sey dem work, bikos I dey vex for dem, so dia food wey dem plant, nor go grow.”
den make una know sey di Oga awa God nor go porshu dis nashons again. Dem go trap and turn una to slave; dem go bi kane wey go dey tear una body kon blind una eyes until una vanish komot from dis good land, wey di Oga una God give una.