Una plant many korn, but wetin una harvest, small. Una get food to chop, but e nor dey beleful una. Una get wine to drink, but e nor dey rish una! Even wen una wear many klot, e nor dey make una warm and pipol wey dey work, dia salari nor dey rish dem spend.
“Una dey put mind sey una harvest go plenty, but na small una dey get. Even wen una karry di small food wey una harvest rish house, I go blow dem trowey. Na wetin make mi do like dat? Na bikos my temple skata and all of una dey build fine-fine house for unasef.
Una must honor mi with wetin una dey do, but if una nor gri listin to wetin I dey tok, I go curse una. I go bikos of wetin una do, curse evritin wey una get. True-true, I don already curse una, bikos una nor gri honor mi.