Na snake play wayo pass any wiked animal wey God kreate. So di snake tell di woman, “Na true sey God sey, ‘Make una nor chop from all di tree wey dey di gardin’?”
Wen King Joram si Jehu, e kon ask, “Jehu, hope evritin dey okay?” Jehu ansa, “How evritin won take dey okay wen yor mama still dey make pipol serve juju and do oda bad tins.”
Jerusalem pipol, naw wey enemies don distroy and porshu una, wetin una go kom do? Aldo una wear red klot and gold kon paint una eye well, but all doz tins nor mean anytin, bikos di pipol wey una love well-well, don rijet and won kill una.