One dia party finish, Job go koll and santify dem. For early morning, Job go offa sakrifice for all of dem. “Bikos e bilive sey dem fit nor know sey dem don sin and curse God.” Job dey do dis tin evritime.
God ask Satan, “Yu know my pikin wey dem dey koll Job? Nobody bi like am for dis eart; e dey klean and good well-well. E dey do wetin God wont and e nor dey do bad tins. Yu beg mi make I let yu attack am wen e nor do anytin, but e still dey fear mi as before.”
God dey vex for en pipol and E don ready to ponish dem. Mountins go shake and pipol wey die, dem go leave dia dead body for street like dirty. God vexnashon nor go end for der, but E go still ponish dem.
Di pipol go dey waka anyhow for di land, dem nor go get hope and dem go dey hongry. So bikos of di honga and vexnashon, dem go look up kon curse dia king and God.
Bikos Oga God wey dey rule ova evritin tell mi sey, na bikos of en own glory E send mi go di nashons wey bin distroy una, bikos anybody wey tosh una, don tosh di pipol wey E love well-well.”
Den I hear one loud vois for heaven dey sey, “Salvashon; pawa; authority wey Christ get and God kingdom, don kom at last. Bikos di pesin wey dey akuiz awa brodas and sistas evriday, God don trow am kom down.
den di heat kon dey burn pipol, yet dem still dey curse God wey get pawa to stop dis sofa and dem nor gri turn from sin kom meet God or gi-am all di glory.