I hear as pipol dey gossip mi. Dem dey koll mi, “Di Man Wey Fear One Kill.” Dem dey treaten sey, “If yu tok anytin here, wi go ripot yu.” Even my friends before, dey look and dey wait make I fall. Dem dey sey, “E go fall enter di trap, den wi go know sey wi don revensh am back.”
Di two kings go sidan chop for di same tabol, even doh dem get bad belle for each oda; dem go dey deceive each oda. Dem nor go get wetin dem won get, bikos di time neva rish.
I don travel many times wey I enter trobol for wota; for tif hand, even for my kountry pipol and Gentile pipol hand; both for inside town; for wildaness and from pipol wey dey pritend sey dem bi awa brodas.