Oh my readers, listen

Listen to the tale of the old one

Listen to my folk, to my tale

The child that doesn't look like the *sokoto*

Surely must take after her *kijipa*

The cotton their mother weaved

The daughter was caught spindling the thread

Father called her a bastard 

Oh readers, listen to the tongue of my mother

I will retell it to you in *gessi*

When the flame goes down, it covers up with ashes

And when the ashes cools down, it provides room for hen to swim

But I tell you,

The ashes the hen swims in today

Tomorrow would fry its spiral head

Be careful of your past

Trend your today carefully

Pray for the future with care

I must leave now my dear readers

My *eko agidi* is here.