Even doh dis pipol dey make nois like heavy wave for sea, wen God shaut for dem, dem go turn run go one far land and na breeze go karry dem like leaf for hill or like dirty wey strong breeze blow.
Wen dem dey waka, I dey hear dia feadas sound. Di sound bi like God vois or wota wey dey rush pass with pawa or like sojas wey gada dey go war. Wen dem stop to waka, dem kon bring dia feadas down.
En body bi like yellow jasper and en face dey shine like lite. En eye dey shine like tosh; en hand and leg bi like bronze wey dem polish. En vois alone bi like sey na many pipol dey tok.
Den I si anoda angel wey get pawa dey kom down from heaven inside kloud and rainbow dey on-top en head. En face dey shine like sun and en leg bi like big fire.
“Make yu rite di tins wey I won tell yu naw, go give di angel for di church wey dey Tiatira: ‘Dis message na from God Pikin wey en eye red like fire wey dey burn well-well and en legs bi like bronze wey dem polish: