God kon tell mi, “Man pikin, tok to di breeze. Tell di breeze sey God wey get pawa dey kommand am to kom from difren place kon give life to dis body dem wey dey groun, so dat dem go get life.”
So, I take di book from di angel hand kon chop am. True-true wen I dey chop am, e sweet like honey for my mout, but wen I swallow am, e kon bitter for my belle.
Den I si anoda angel dey fly for sky and e karry di Good News wey go dey forever dey kom prish give di pipol for dis eart, kountries, tribes, language and groups.
Dem kon dey sing new song sey: “Yu holy rish to take di book kon open di keys, bikos dem kill yu and na yor blood save all God pipol from evry tribe, language, group and kountry.