Dis na di bread wey kom down from heaven, e nor bi like di bread wey una grand-grand papa dem chop and afta, dem still die. Di pesin wey go chop dis bread nor go ever die, but e go live forever.”
Dis pipol dey komplain waka and dey find fault. Dem dey go anywhere wey dia body karry dem go and dem dey boast. Dem dey tok wetin pipol like to hear, so dat odas go praiz dem.