Make una sell evritin wey una get and give di money to poor pipol. Bag wey nor go tear, make una take am gada betta tins for heaven, where tif nor go fit rish and siti-siti nor go fit spoil dem.
Una don really get evritin wey una nid! Una don get plenty money! Una don turn king with us! How I wish sey una really bi king, so dat wi go dey rule with una.
wi dey like sey wi dey vex, but wi dey always happy; wi bi like poor pipol, but wi dey make many pipol rish; wi bi like who nor get anytin, but wi get evritin.
My brodas and sistas, make una listin! God nor choose poor pipol for dis world sey, make dem rish for faith and inherit di kingdom wey E promise sey E go give doz wey love am?
Even doh dis fake tishas dey promise dis pipol sey, dem go dey free, di fake tisha na slave dem bi to sin. Bikos pesin na slave to anytin wey masta am.
I know di sofa wey yu sofa and how yu nor get money, but yu get enough money. I still know di bad tins wey dem tok about yu. Dem sey dem bi Jew pipol, but dem nor bi Jew, bikos dia sinagog, na Satan own.