so I tell di king, “My king, make yu live forever! Wetin nor go make my face look like who dey sick wen e bi sey dem skata and burn di gates for di town where dem beri my grand-grand papa put.”
But my Oga, na Yu choose mi to serve yor pipol and dat na wetin I dey do. Yu know evritin wey I tok and I neva for wons ask Yu make Yu finish with dem.
I wish sey my head bi like well wey wota full and my eyes bi like fountain where wota for dey rush kom out, den I go kry well-well both day and nite for my pipol wey dem kill.
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!