God tell Adam, “Yu obey yor wife kon chop from di tree wey I kommand yu sey, ‘Make yu nor chop from.’ “Bikos yu do dis, I curse di groun. Yu go work hard to make di groun bring food till yu die.
Jakob ansa Fero, “I don stay for more dan one hundred and thirty years. And all di years wey I don spend for dis life nor many, but e nor dey eazy; di years wey I don stay, nor many rish di years wey my grand-grand papa dem stay.”
As far as yu dey alive, evritin wey yu dey do, nor dey bring anytin escept pain and trobol and yu nor go even fit rest well for nite. All dis tins dey yuzles!
I tell una true word, among all di pipol wey woman born, e nor get anybody wey big rish John di Baptist. But di pesin wey small pass for God Kingdom, big pass am.