Who don go heaven kom back? Who don ever katch breeze for en hand or wrap wota for klot? Who kreate di whole world? Na who e bi and na wetin bi en pikin name? Make yu tell mi, if yu know!
I go let grass grow for evriwhere and I nor go trim di vine or use hoe dig di groun again, instead, I go let dirty kover am and rain nor go ever fall put again.”
Wen E kommand, en vois dey sound like tonda and di wota for heaven go make nois like lion vois. E dey make kloud kom out from where di eart for end. E dey bring tonda lite wen rain dey fall and E dey make breeze blow kom from where E keep dem put.