As I waka pass dem small, I kon si di pesin wey I love. I hold am tight and I nor wont make e go, so I take am go my mama house; to di bedroom where e for get my belle.
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.”
E hide go meet Jesus for nite kon tell am, “Tisha, wi know sey yu bi di pesin wey God send kom meet us, bikos nobody fit do di mirakles wey yu dey do, unless God dey with am.”
Den God koll again, “Samuel!” So Samuel get up kon go meet Eli sey, “Si mi here, yu dey koll mi.” But Eli ansa, “I nor koll yu my pikin. Make yu go back go sleep.”