Akwụkwọ ozi banyere ókè ndị nne na nna na-agaghị agafe

Ọ dịghị ihe dị egwu karịa oge ị na-emeghe ndị okenye ụzọ ụlọ gị na obi dị ọcha na ezi obi, ma na nzaghachi, ha na-amalite ịkpa nkata na izu izu n'azụ gị. Mgbe ndị nne na nna chefuru nnọpụiche ma jiri anya kpuru kwado nwa ha nwoke ma ọ bụ nwa ha nwanyị megide di ma ọ bụ nwunye nke ọzọ.

N'itinye aka n'otu ndị ọzọ, ndị nne na nna na-echekarị na ha na-eme ihe ziri ezi. Ma ha amaghị eziokwu niile, ọbụna ha aghọtaghị ihe mgbu na-enweghị atụ na enweghị mgbazi ha na-akpata mmadụ ọzọ na otú ha si emebi ndụ ụmụ ụmụ ha, na-adọwa ụwa ha ibe.

I write this letter as a reminder of the highest law of ancestral honor: never become judges in the house of your children. Do not weave intrigues, do not divide the indivisible, and do not teach them how to live. Your calling is to be a quiet light and kind support, not a force that destroys what was not built by you.