Before dis time, I bi like lamb wey dem won go kill, even doh I nor know anytin. I nor know sey na mi dem dey plan dis kind wiked tin for. Dem bin sey, “Make wi kut di tree naw wey e still dey fresh; make wi kill-am, so dat nobody go remember am again.”
But my God, Yu know mi! Yu dey si evritin wey I dey do and how I love Yu rish. Make Yu take dis wiked pipol komot like sheep wey dem won go kill. Tell us wen dem go die.
But I nor kount my life to mean anytin, so dat I go fit finish my work and di ministry wey I receive from Jesus Christ, wey bi to prish about di Good News wey go make pipol undastand God grace.
Na di place wey e dey read for God word bi dis, “Dem lead am like sheep go kill and as sheep pikin dey kwayet wen dem dey shave am, na so too e nor open en mout.
Bikos e klear sey, di place wey God give us wey bi en apostles, na where worse pass for di world; wi bi like prisonas wey dem dey go kill. Angels and dis world pipol just dey take us make yeye.
Na Christ savants bi? (I don dey tok like sey I dey kraze again!) Misef na Christ savant wey betta pass dem! I don work hard pass dem, I don dey prison plenty times pass dem, dem don beat mi well-well pass dem, I don nearly die plenty times.
Dat time, e bi like sey nobody know us, but evribody know us; e bi like sey wi don die, but wi dey alive; wi still dey alive like pipol wey dem dey ponish, but dem nor fit kill us;