But wen I sey, “I go forget God and I nor go tok with en name again,” na dat time yor message dey bi like fire wey dey burn inside my body. Even wen I try to pritend sey nor-tin dey happen, I nor dey fit.
Bikos God nor fit bear all di yeye tins wey una dey do, na dis make am turn una land to where pipol dey curse. E don skata am and pipol nor dey stay der again.
My brodas and sistas, afta wi leave una (even doh wi still dey tink about una), wi kon dey try to make sure sey wi si una again bikos of di love wey wi get for una.
So wen I nor fit bear again, I send pesin make e help mi shek how una faith bi, bikos I dey fear sey devil wey dey tempt pipol, don tempt una and all di work wey wi do among una, don dey yuzles.