E good make di king kill all my papa family pipol, but yu give mi pawa make I take chop for yor tabol. I nor get rite to ask for any oda tin from di king again.”
Abeg, make yu do dis favor for mi, bikos yu don promise yor savant with God name. If I do wrong, na yu go kill mi my yorsef! Wetin go make yu take mi go meet yor papa?”
E tell am, “Make yu nor fear, bikos my papa hand nor go fit tosh yu at-all. Yu go rule Israel and I go dey by yor side. Even my papa know sey na so e go bi.”
Yu don fail for yor work. As long as God dey alive, una wey nor fit protet una oga wey God choose as king, dead body betta pass una. Naw make yu find di king spear and wota pot wey dey near en head!”