Naim make I sey for dis matter so, make una remove una hand and leave all dis men, bikos if all di tins wey dem dey plan and do, na from dia mind, dem nor go susid,
My brodas and sistas, fig tree go fit bear olive, abi vine fit bear fig? So too, wota wey dey kom out from groun and e taste like salt, nor go fit taste like fresh wota at-all.