“ ‘Na like dis una go take chop am: make una dress like who dey travel; wear una shoe kon hold una stik for hand. Make una rush chop am, bikos dis na Oga God Passova.
My king, yu si sey di stone kut komot from mountin, but nor bi human being hand kut am. E skata di iron, bronze, silva, klay and gold to pieces. God Almighty don show di king wetin go happen for future. I don tell yu yor dream and wetin e mean.”