My God, make yu si all di wiked tins wey dem dey do. Make Yu ponish dem, just as Yu ponish mi for all my sins. My pains many and e dey make mi sick well-well.”
I wish sey my head bi like well wey wota full and my eyes bi like fountain where wota for dey rush kom out, den I go kry well-well both day and nite for my pipol wey dem kill.