Chile, please!
Get on wit dat bull!
Ain't nunna da' chirren in my village motherless.
Ya hear me?
Ain't a chile in my village who ain't been mothered.
I got plenty chirren.
Dey not all mine, but dey all my babies. Ya hear me?
Some of 'em have other mothers, but I was blessed to mother dem too.
Ain't no chile of mine gone grow up in dis world without motherin'.
Ain't no motherless chirren in my village.
Gone on an' have 'em. I gotcha back sis.