I go praiz God with all di bones wey dey my body kon sey: “Na who I wont take kompare with my Oga God? Na who go fit save pipol wey nor strong from pipol wey strong? Na who go fit protet pipol wey nor get help and poor pipol from tif?”
One day, e tell en mama, “Yor 1,000 one hundred silva wey dem tif wey kon make yu curse di tif, dey my hand.” Na mi tif am. Den en mama sey, “Bikos yu gri sey na yu tif am, make God bless yu!”