My mother and husband went to Sri Lanka. Mom speaks a little English, and there are constantly all sorts of men who try to divorce for money. And not just for money.
He writes now: "I’ve picked up the men to cut off. I speak from the Muslim country. Zea May Hasbend. Ol queshens tu him"
They are to him.

And he is a thunder bass: "What do we need? Everyone was fed. I don’t understand anything"