But wen e si all di good tins wey en sofa bring, belle go sweet am. My savant wey I like well-well, go bear plenty pipol ponishment and I go forgive dem bikos of am.
“Wimen wey neva born pikin before, naw, make una sing and shaut with happiness, bikos di shidren wey una go born, go plenty pass di ones wey di woman wey get husband, born.
But naw, wetin make una dey shaut and kry? Una nor get king to lead una? Abi dem don kill una wise men finish? So wetin make una dey feel pain like woman wey won born?
Wen woman won born pikin, e dey sofa strong pain, bikos en time to born don rish, but wen e don born, e go happy and e nor go remember di pain again, bikos e go si sey e don born pikin.
Bikos dem rite am sey: “Woman! Yu wey neva born, make yu shaut dey happy, bikos yu neva labor like woman wey won born. Di woman wey neva born, get plenty shidren pass di woman wey get husband.”
If dem divide di sky into three, di dragon tail swip one part komot kon trow dem kom di eart. E stand for di woman front as e won born and e dey wait to kill di pikin wey di woman won born.