God kon tell di woman, “Wen yu dey labor, I go make am pain yu well-well. Na inside pain yu go take born shidren. Yu go won kontrol yor husband, but na-im go bi yor head.”
Dis na di message wey e send dem: “Today na trobol day, bikos dem don ponish and disgrace us well-well. Wi bi like woman wey won born, but wi too weak to even push.
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!”
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.