and I make up my mind to search and undastand evritin wey pipol don do for dis world. But I kon si sey, God don really give us betta work to do for dis world.
As far as yu dey alive, evritin wey yu dey do, nor dey bring anytin escept pain and trobol and yu nor go even fit rest well for nite. All dis tins dey yuzles!
E get one man wey dey stay alone, e nor get pikin or broda, but e dey work hard to get more propaty. But e ask ensef, “Na who I dey work for sef wey make mi nor dey fit enjoy mysef?” All dis tins dey yuzles well-well o-o!
So I try to search evriwhere to get wisdom and to undastand why tins dey happen di way dem dey happen and I dey ready to prove to mysef sey, wikedness dey stupid and foolishness dey bring madness.