One day, e tell en mama, “Yor 1,000 one hundred silva wey dem tif wey kon make yu curse di tif, dey my hand.” Na mi tif am. Den en mama sey, “Bikos yu gri sey na yu tif am, make God bless yu!”
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.”