Wen I dey with pipol wey get weak faith, I dey live as dem dey live, so dat I go fit win dem. I dey do evritin wey I fit do, so dat I go fit win evribody wey I fit win, kom meet Christ.
I dey happy as I dey weak with all di curse, trobols, ponishment and wahala wey I dey sofa bikos of Christ, bikos anytime wey I dey weak, na dat time, I dey-dey strong.
Wi dey beg una, awa brodas and sistas, make una tell pipol wey dey bihave anyhow sey, wetin dem dey do nor good, den make una help doz wey dey weak, but make una dey patient with evribody.
I don rite give una, my shidren, bikos una don know God. I don rite give una wey bi papa, bikos una don know di pesin wey dey alive since God kreate di world. I don rite give una yong pipol, bikos una dey strong and God word dey inside una, as una don win Satan.