“Dia tit bi like swod and dia mout sharp like knife. Dem dey distroy poor pipol komot from dis eart and pipol wey nor get food to chop, dem dey kill dem trowey.
Una dey opress poor pipol and nor gri give dem dia freedom. Una dey do like dis, so dat una go fit tif from shidren wey nor get papa and mama again and wimen wey dia husband don die.
Dem dey mash poor pipol head for san-san kon push doz wey nor get who go help dem komot for road. Papa and pikin dey sleep with di same woman and like dis, dem don spoil my name wey dey holy.
Samaria wimen, una bi fat melu for Bashan! Una dey ponish pipol wey nor strong, wey dey poor and dey opress doz wey dey hongry, den una go tell una husband, “Give us more wine make wi drink.”