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...

Be you!