I don enter my gardin, my treasure and wife to bi! I don gada myrrh with spices and I don chop my honi-komb and my honey; I don drink my wine and my milk! Una wey sabi love, make una chop and drink until love shark una.
Na so e bi for una naw, bikos una heart dey heavy, but I go si una again and for dat time, una go dey happy and nobody go fit take di happiness from una.
Before naw, una neva take my name ask for anytin. Naw make una use my name ask for anytin wey una wont and una go get am, so dat una joy go full well-well.
Wi nor dey try to tok make una for sey wi dey good, but wi dey give una shance to boast, so dat una go fit ansa pipol wey dey boast with wetin eye fit si, but nor bi wetin dey dia mind.
I don boast gi-am about una and una nor let mi shame, but as evritin wey wi tell una na true, na so all di boast wey wi boast about una give Titus, na trut too.
Na wi bi di really sekonsishon; di pipol wey dey woship God thru en Spirit; pipol wey dey happy inside Christ and wi nor dey put awa hope for wetin pipol dey do.
I dey happy well-well inside Christ, bikos una don finally show sey, una dey tink about how I dey manage. (I know sey una get mi for mind before, but una nor get shance to do anytin for mi).