I wish sey my head bi like well wey wota full and my eyes bi like fountain where wota for dey rush kom out, den I go kry well-well both day and nite for my pipol wey dem kill.
So I kon sey, “I go kry and mourn for di grass wey dey on-top mountin, bikos dem don dry and nobody dey travel pass der again. Dem nor dey hear fawol nois for der again and even bird and wild animals, don fly komot der.”
Wen dat time rish, pipol go use una as song take esplain how wahala bi and dem go use una wahala take dey sing sey: “Awa own don finish kpata-kpata! God distroy, take awa land from us kon gi-am to awa enemies.”
E even tear en klot komot from en body kon dey tell Samuel wetin go happen. E sleep naked for der from morning till di next day. Na dis tin make pipol dey ask weda, “Saul sef don bi profet?”