So, di Oga God sey, “I go pour my vexnashon for dis land. I go pour am put for both pipol and animals body and even di trees and food wey dem plant. My vexnashon go burn like fire and nobody go fit kwensh am.”
So my vexnashon go end and my ponishment go rest for dia head, den I go dey okay. Wen all dis tins don happen, una go si, undastand and know sey na mi God, tok to una.
So, dem go feel my strong vexnashon. I nor go sorry or pity for dem. Dem go shaut well-well as dem dey pray give mi, but I nor go ansa or listin to dem.”
Na who fit stand wen God dey vex? Who fit survive en vexnashon wey bi like hot fire? En vexnashon dey burn like fire and mountins dey skata to pieces for en present.