My God, with di pawa wey dey yor hand, make Yu distroy pipol wey dey espect dia reward from dis world. But doz wey Yu like well-well, make Yu give dem enough and dia shidren go get plenty kon die leave propaty for dia shidren-shidren.
Naw, wetin una go do wen God won judge una? Wen God bring wahala from far kountry kom meet una, na who una won run go meet make e help una? Where una go hide una propaty and money put?
Naim e shaut, ‘Papa Abraham, make yu sorry for mi, abeg send Lazarus make e put en finger for wota kon tosh my mout, bikos I dey sofa inside dis fire.’