Di pipol wey dey for doz land nor get pawa and fear won kill dem trowey. Dem bi like grass wey dey field or plant wey dey grow on-top roof, but wen strong sun kom out, dem go die.
Naw, make una tink am well! Man fit get belle kon born pikin? So wetin make una men dey put dia hand for belle like sey dem bi woman wey won born? Wetin make evribody dey fear?
I hear kry, like woman wey won born; shaut like woman wey dey born en first pikin. Jerusalem pipol dey find as dem go take breath and naw, dem dey kry sey, “Make una help us! Bikos na die wi dey so o-o!”
But God ask, “Na wetin I dey si so? Dem dey turn back, bikos of fear. Babilon sojas win dia sojas and dem kon run. Dem fear kon kwik-kwik run and dem nor even look back.
Babilon sojas don stop to fight and dem dey for dia tent. Dem nor get hope again and dem don weak like woman. Dem don break di town gate for groun kon burn all di house with fire.
Tell di forest for sout sey make e hear wetin God dey tok: Look! I won start fire wey go burn all di tree wey dey inside yu; weda dem fresh or dry. Nor-tin go fit kwensh di fire. Di fire go from sout go nort and evribody go feel as di fire hot rish.
Na wons dem tif and empty evritin for di town kon turn am to where dem dey trow dirty put. Dia heart melt and dia leg kon dey shake. Honga won kill pipol and pipol face don dey shange kolour!
Wen woman won born pikin, e dey sofa strong pain, bikos en time to born don rish, but wen e don born, e go happy and e nor go remember di pain again, bikos e go si sey e don born pikin.
Wen pipol dey sey, “Evritin dey okay and peaceful,” na dat time wahala wey go skata evriwhere go kom and e go bi like di pain wey woman dey face wen e won born and nobody go eskape from am.