True-true, di day una start to plant, una dey do evritin wey una fit do, so dat di plant go grow. Di morning wey una start to klean di land, una dey do evritin wey una fit do to make di plant survive, but una nor go si anytin harvest and na only diziz and pain go follow una.
So I ansa, “I don work well-well, yet my work nor mean anytin! I use all my pawa, but I nor gain anytin.” But I still bilive sey, God go defend and reward mi for evritin wey I don do.
My pipol go plant korn, but na grass dem go gada. Even doh dem work hard, nor-tin go show sey dem work, bikos I dey vex for dem, so dia food wey dem plant, nor go grow.”
But make una dey sure about dis! Oga God wey dey kommand heaven sojas don tok: Evritin wey di nashons dey do nor mean anytin; all dia work go dey yuzles.
Dat time, una go where dem pak korn full, dey tink sey una go si twenty sak, but na only ten una si. Una go draw fifty gallon for wine, but na only twenty una get.
If una do like dis, God go vex for una well-well. E go lock di sky and rain nor go fall, den di groun nor go bear food. Den una go kwik-kwik die for di good land wey God dey give una.
Bikos my vexnashon don kause fire and e don burn rish di part wey deep pass for di grave kon distroy di eart and en plants, den e skata di mountins foundashon.