The trickster, cotch fo deh corner inside.
Chale dis lockdown ting be long. Man, deh here n everyone scatter like he dey fear me. Mm, whole me.
E be say, u peepo too, u mo go deh corner inside n reflect on ur sins. Dig down to repurpose ur being. If u choose to so.
Ah! What u deh talk? Chow “menas” (people) pass. Make I shed a prayer n make dema souls rest in peace at last.
Oh Chale! Me, I naw, naw, e go be dis expanse. But u deh grateful living, u mo deh guard.
Mek u respect n admire small, deh earth body n ein species. As u see, death be front, back, centre ov u!
Government no tame deh spread propa too. I dey hear u, n now I mo go wear my “ano dross” (mouth pants – credit to @wanlov for the term).