My Oga God, Yu don do wonderful tins for us. Wetin Yu plan for us too many to kount. Nobody bi like Yu. If I start to kount all di wonderful tins wey Yu don do, I nor go fit kount dem finish.
E must grind en flour if e won make bread. En melu wey e take dey work, e know how e go take karry dem pass di farm, so dat dia leg nor go distroy di rice.
Bikos dem don born one pikin for us! God don give us boy pikin! E go bi awa ruler and dem go koll am, “Wonderful Advise, Mighty God, Everlastin Fada and di Prince wey bring peace.”