So God ansa, “Bikos of di wiked tins wey dem don do to pipol wey nor get help and di pains wey poor pipol dey face, I go do sometin; I go fight for dem, bikos na so dem wont make I do since.”
My God, make Yu hear my prayers! Make Yu listin to my kry for help! Make Yu dey look di tears from my eye. I bi like pesin wey travel kom stay with Yu, just as my grand-grand papa dem bi to Yu.
I start to kry wen I remember as tins bi before! Den I dey waka with doz wey dey woship God; dey lead many pipol go God house and wi dey happy as wi dey sing and dey tank am as wi dey celebrate!
“For dis time tumoro, I go send one yong man kom meet yu from Benjamin tribe. Yu go anoint am kon make am king ova my pipol, Israel. E go save dem from Filistia pipol hand. Bikos I don favor my pipol and dia prayers don rish my ear.”