Di pipol wey dey for doz land nor get pawa and fear won kill dem trowey. Dem bi like grass wey dey field or plant wey dey grow on-top roof, but wen strong sun kom out, dem go die.
Efraim pipol go bi like plant wey en rut don dry and nor dey bear fruit again. Dem nor go get shidren and even if dem get, I go kill di ones wey dem like pass.”