So, King Zedekaya kon sey make dem lock mi for di kourtyard wey dey di palis. I stay for der and evriday, dem dey give mi bread chop, until all di bread for di town finish.
En pipol dey feel di pain and dem dey find wetin dem go chop. E sell en betta-betta tins make e for si money take buy food chop, so dat e nor go die. So e kry, “My God, make Yu look kon si as I dey sofa.”