Even doh dis pipol dey make nois like heavy wave for sea, wen God shaut for dem, dem go turn run go one far land and na breeze go karry dem like leaf for hill or like dirty wey strong breeze blow.
Oga God nor dey kwik vex, but en pawa dey great. E go must ponish wiked pipol. E dey show en great pawa thru strong breeze and heavy rain. Na di kloud bi di dust wey dey under en leg.
Wen pipol dey sey, “Evritin dey okay and peaceful,” na dat time wahala wey go skata evriwhere go kom and e go bi like di pain wey woman dey face wen e won born and nobody go eskape from am.