Di pipol bi like trees branches wey don dry and skata for groun; wey wimen dey gada take do firewood. So, bikos di pipol nor undastand anytin, God wey kreate dem nor go sorry or pity for dem.
E go skata dem like pot wey fall press each oda kon break. Na so too shidren go bi to dia papa and mama. I nor go pity or sorry for dem. I must distroy dem and nor-tin go fit stop mi.”
So, I go drive una komot from dis land go where una and una grand-grand papa nor know at-all; land where una go dey woship oda gods both for day time and for nite, bikos I nor go sorry for una.” ’ ”
For dat time, I go vex for dem well-well kon leave and hide my face from dem until dia enemies kill dem finish. Many wahala and trobol go ovakom dem and dem go sey, ‘Dis wahala don finish us, bikos God no dey with us again.’
Den anoda red horse kom out. Dem give di pesin wey dey ride am, big swod and pawa to take remove peace from dis eart. So pipol kon dey fight and kill each oda for evriwhere.