Den I pray, “My Oga God! Make Yu hear as dem dey laf us. Make dia laf and disgrace fall for dia own head. Make dem tif all di propaty wey dem get kon karry dem as prisonas go strenj land.
Dia curse dey pain and e dey make my heart kut; I dey look for who go tell mi sorry, but I nor si. I dey find who go konfort mi, but I still nor si anybody.