I dey sleep, my heart dey dream; bikos I hear my love dey nok and sey: “Open for mi, my treasure and darlin; my dove and di rite pesin for mi, bikos dew don wet my head and dust don make my hair dirty.”
Pipol wey dey chop betta food before, don turn who dey beg food for street. Pipol wey dey wear fine and betta klot before, don turn who dey wear rag naw.