Wen we small like dis,if our mama buy us biskit,we dey crawl enta di next street go call our friends to join us celibrate and naim make us grow up as gud shidren wit respet and beta karata.
My grandmama dey sell plenti drums of ogogoro in dose days but we nor dey near wia di ogogoro dey bicos of how dem bring us up.
Imagine dis two smallie dem wey dey shack satchet dry gin!
Chai!one na even girl sef.
At dis kain age dem don already dey kolo.
Tell me how dem nor go turn agbero wen dem grow up wen dia head don alreadi dey toch for dis age.
I blame dia papa and mama wey nor know demsef.
My prayer for dem na make dem nor carry gun wen dem grow.
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