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.”
I go praiz God with all di bones wey dey my body kon sey: “Na who I wont take kompare with my Oga God? Na who go fit save pipol wey nor strong from pipol wey strong? Na who go fit protet pipol wey nor get help and poor pipol from tif?”
Nobody for di town dey respet dia papa or mama again. Una dey shit strenjas; wimen wey dia husband don die and shidren wey nor get papa and mama again.