Trobol gada round mi and I nor fit kount dem! My sins don many well-well and I nor sure sey I go fit dey free from dem! Dem many pass di hair wey dey my head and I don lost all my hope.
I start to kry wen I remember as tins bi before! Den I dey waka with doz wey dey woship God; dey lead many pipol go God house and wi dey happy as wi dey sing and dey tank am as wi dey celebrate!
So, I go honor and put am for where great men dey, bikos na only en sakrifice en life and dem si am as sina too. E karry evribody sins for en head kon pray so dat God go forgive us.
Dem dey kry give dia mama sey, “Wi wont chop and drink!” Dem dey faint for di town like sojas wey wound for war and dem dey die small-small for dia mama hand.
But Hannah ansa, “My oga! Nor bi as yu tink am! My mind nor setol at-all. I nor drink as yu dey tink o-o. I just dey tell God evritin wey dey my heart.