One day, all of us go must die, bikos wi bi like wota wey pour for groun wey dem nor fit gada again. But God nor dey kill pesin, instead E go tink of how E go take bring di pesin kom back to ensef.
Di pipol bi like trees branches wey don dry and skata for groun; wey wimen dey gada take do firewood. So, bikos di pipol nor undastand anytin, God wey kreate dem nor go sorry or pity for dem.
Akordin to di days wey una take shek di land, na so too una go sofa for una sin for forty years; one day go bi for one year, den una go know how e bi to make mi vex!’
Nor bi sey God nor fit do wetin E promise as some pipol dey tink, but E dey patient dey wait for una, bikos E nor wont make anybody die trowey, but E wont make evribody turn from sin kom meet am.