But Yu, my Oga God! Yu go send wiked pipol go di pit where distroshon dey. Doz wey dey kill pipol and doz wey dey lie, go kwik die, but as for mi, I go trust di Oga, wey bi my God.
God pipol wey don die, go kom back to life! Dia body go raiz-up again. So, all of una wey dey grave, make una wake-up kon shaut with happiness, bikos una go grow well like grass wey dew fall put and di eart go bring back evritin wey don die.”
E kon tell mi, “Man pikin, yu bilive sey dis bones fit turn to human being again?” I kon ansa, “God wey get pawa, na only Yu fit ansa dat kind kweshon!”
As fake profets dey among di pipol before, na so fake tishas go dey among una too. Dis fake tishas go tish lie-lie tins wey fit distroy pesin and dem go sey dem nor know di Masta. Like dis, dem go distroy demsef.