Wen Moses stresh di stik wey dey en hand go heaven, God kon send tonda and plenty ice-blok and fire kon dey fall for groun: so Oga God make ice-blok fall like rain for Egypt.
“I go turn una festival to burial kon shange una happiness to kry. I go make una kut una hair kon wear sak klot, den I go make una mourn like sey una only pikin just die. Dat day go bitter well-well.
Una must honor mi with wetin una dey do, but if una nor gri listin to wetin I dey tok, I go curse una. I go bikos of wetin una do, curse evritin wey una get. True-true, I don already curse una, bikos una nor gri honor mi.
“Make yu tell di pipol make dem klean demsef, bikos dem go get meat to chop tumoro. God don hear una komplain and kry for meat and as una dey sey, ‘Wi dey okay for Egypt before!’ Naw, God go give una meat chop.