Oga, na Yu bi my God and e don tey wen I dey wait for Yu, bikos my soul dey hongry for Yu. My whole body dey hongry for Yu inside dis dry and pash-pash land wey nor get wota.
Wake-up for nite, make yu kry. Pour all yor heart like wota before God! Raiz yor hand as yu dey pray to am and dey beg for yor shidren wey dey faint, bikos honga won kill dem.