God kon tell di woman, “Wen yu dey labor, I go make am pain yu well-well. Na inside pain yu go take born shidren. Yu go won kontrol yor husband, but na-im go bi yor head.”
Di wimen still sey, “Before wi bake kake wey bi like Heaven Kween or offa sakrifice or gi-am wine, wi dey first tell awa husband and dem dey gri with evritin wey wi dey do.”
So e kon promise God sey, “My papa, if Yu go sorry and remember mi, yor savant, den give mi one boy pikin, I go dedikate am give Yu as long as e dey for dis life and dem nor go ever kut en hair.”