bikos God don make Siria sojas hear nois like sey many sojas with dia shariot dey kom fight dem. So Siria sojas tell demsef, “Si, Israel king don go hire Hit and Egypt kings with dia sojas, so dat dem go kom attack us.”
I still sey, “My pipol! Make una wear sak klot and roll for groun. Make una kry well-well and mourn like sey una only pikin just die. Bikos very soon, doz wiked sojas go kom distroy all of us.”
“I go make some among una wey una enemies karry go dia land dey fear well-well, sotey if una hear leaf sound wey breeze blow, una go dey run. Una go run like sey dem dey porshu una for war and una go fall wen no enemy dey near una.
Wen pipol dey sey, “Evritin dey okay and peaceful,” na dat time wahala wey go skata evriwhere go kom and e go bi like di pain wey woman dey face wen e won born and nobody go eskape from am.