I go let grass grow for evriwhere and I nor go trim di vine or use hoe dig di groun again, instead, I go let dirty kover am and rain nor go ever fall put again.”
Just as no one among di juju for dis nashon fit bring rain, na so too di sky nor fit make rain fall by ensef. So wi don put awa hope for yor hand. Na Yu bi awa God, bikos na only Yu fit do all dis tins.”
Zion pipol, make una happy, bikos of wetin Oga God do for una. Bikos E don give una rain. E send both di early and late rain kom meet una, just as E dey do before.