Bobrisky: Jaycurrb, what do you say to my hatturs?
Gate-man: Shove it up your belly, my Oga na fine madam.
Bobrisky: Jacobu, start parking now, game over.
Dear Jaycurrb, as you have said this morning that the Police beat and threw your Oga (Bobrisky) over the fence, we have this letter for you.
You are a sane young man, refuse to accept whatever your Oga might have instilled in you. You are a man, is that okay?
Now, your Oga is nowhere to be found, the Police have said they didn’t pick shim (he + she) up, brace yourself for the worst. In other news, you may likely have to start looking for another job somewhere else because, as you can see, your Oga is not coming back anytime soon. It may not be that hard for you to find another job, your Oga has made you quite a superstar.
A word is enough for the wise, Broadway Africa loves you.