Den some sojas kon still ask am, “Wot of us? Wetin wi go do?” E tell dem, “Make una nor use force kollect money from anybody hand or lie for anybody head and make una salari, rish una.”
I don do hard work; nor sleep for many nites; food and wota go dey hongry mi; many times, I nor get food to chop. I don dey for kold and I nor get klot to kover body.
wi dey like sey wi dey vex, but wi dey always happy; wi bi like poor pipol, but wi dey make many pipol rish; wi bi like who nor get anytin, but wi get evritin.
Nor bi only doz ones, but naw, I dey look evritin as nor-tin, wen I kompare am with Christ, my Oga God wey I know and I trowey evritin, bikos of am. True-true, I dey look all doz tins as yeye, so dat I go fit gain Christ,