Pipol wey just hate mi wen e bi sey I nor do dem anytin, many pass di hair wey dey my head. Doz my enemies wey won distroy mi without any rizin, too plenty to kount. Dem dey make mi pay for wetin I nor tif!
Betta pipol wey dey fear God, don die komot di eart and e nor get anybody wey dey good and honest for dis eart again. Evribody for di eart dey wait to kill each oda; dem dey set trap dey wait dia brodas for road.
So make yu nor allow dem deceive yu, bikos dem pass forty wey hide for bush one kill-am. Dem don swear sey dem nor go chop or drink anytin, until dem don kill Paul. Naw, dem dey wait for yu to gri for wetin dem won ask yu.”
My papa, si yor klot korna for my hand. Wen I kut am komot, I nor kill yu. So make yu know and undastand sey I nor dey plan to kill or fight against yu.