Why my pipol nor ansa wen I go meet dem sey I go save dem? Why dem nor ansa wen I koll dem? I nor get pawa rish to save dem? But I fit kommand di sea make e dry kon turn river to desert, so dat di fish dem go die.
Dis two men get di pawa to klose di sky, so dat rain nor go fall as dem dey profesai. Dem still get di pawa to turn wota to blood and to kause bad tins to happen for di eart.
Di angel kon shaut: “Make una dey fear and give God glory, bikos di time wey E go judge di world, don rish. And make una woship di Pesin wey make heaven, eart, sea and where wota from dey flow!”