Oga God! Make Yu look us from heaven, yor holy place where Yu dey stay wey get glory. Where yor pawa and strong mind dey? Where yor love and mesi dey? Make Yu nor leave us at-all.
So God ansa, “Israel, una bi my shidren wey I love well-well. I dey always tink of una with love wen ever I remember una name. Una dey for my heart and I go really sorry for una.
My brodas, sistas and friends wey I love, I dey hongry to si una, bikos una dey make mi proud. My friends wey I love, make una stand well inside Christ!
So, as pipol wey God don choose, wey holy and wey E love well-well, make una kwik dey sorry for pipol; dey gentol; nor dey karry body up and wear patient like klot for body.