But God sey, “My pipol foolish well-well, dem nor know mi at-all. Dem bi shidren wey nor get sense and dem nor dey kwik undastand anytin. Na only bad-bad tins dem sabi do.”
Before naw, wi dey bihave like fool; wi nor dey obey; wi dey deceive pipol; wi bi savant to tins wey dey sweet us; wi dey do bad tins and dey jealous odas; pipol hate us and wi hate dem too.