I still sey, “My pipol! Make una wear sak klot and roll for groun. Make una kry well-well and mourn like sey una only pikin just die. Bikos very soon, doz wiked sojas go kom distroy all of us.”
Wen dia rilashons; di pipol wey go burn di dead body go kom karry di body komot from di house, dem go ask di pesin wey dey di house sey, ‘E get any oda pesin wey dey here with yu?’ Di pesin go ansa, ‘No!’ Den di rilashons go sey, ‘Kwayet! Make yu nor just menshon God name.’ ”