Una own don finish! Una wey dey sey bad tins, good and good tins, bad or sey darkness na lite and lite na darkness. Una dey sey bitter tins sweet and sweet tins bitter.
Una disobey mi for my pipol front, so dat una go get small rice and bread to chop. Una kill pipol wey una nor suppose kill and pipol wey una suppose kill, una nor kill dem. So una dey lie give my pipol and dem dey bilive una.’ ”
Una sin and all di bad-bad tins wey una do, I know as dem bad rish. Una ponish good pipol; dey take bribe and nor allow poor pipol get korrect judgement for kourt.