My heart dey kry for Moab pipol, bikos di pipol don run go Zoar, Eglat and Shelishiyah town. Some even dey kry as dem dey go Luhit, while odas eskape go Horonaim town.
I fear well-well wen I hear all dis tins and my lips kon dey shake. Fear and kold katch mi at wons. I go really wait for di time wen God go ponish doz wey dey attack us.
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.
For morning time, una go sey, ‘If to sey na evening wi dey’ and for evening time, una go sey ‘If to sey na morning wi dey!’ Dis na bikos, di kind tins wey una go dey si around una go make una dey fear.
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.