So, I go bring wahala and di tins wey dem dey fear, bikos wen I koll, nobody ansa and wen I dey tok to dem, nobody gri listin to mi. Evritin wey dem do dey make mi vex and dia ways nor bi my ways.”
And di pipol wey dis fake profets dey profesai to, na war and honga go kill dem too. Dem go trow dia dead body for evriwhere for Jerusalem street and nobody go dey to beri dem. Dis tin go happen to all of dem, dia wifes and dia shidren. I go make dem pay for all di bad-bad tins wey dem dey do.”
Na di wiked tins wey una do go ponish and kondemn una, bikos una turn from mi. So, una go learn as e betta and wiked rish nor to dey fear mi or forget mi wey bi di Oga una God.” Mi, wey bi God, don tok.
Pipol for dis eart! Make una hear dis word: ‘I won bring wahala for dis pipol. E go bi payment for dia wikedness, bikos dem don rijet my law and dem nor gri listin to wetin I tok.