Afta one week, di pikin kon die and fear nor let David ofisas tell am di news. Dem sey, “Wen di pikin dey life, David nor dey ansa us wen wi tok to am, na how wi go take tell am sey di pikin don die? E fit go wound ensef o-o!”
For morning go rish evening for dat day, di pipol try taya make David for chop sometin, but David don promise sey, “Make God ponish mi, if I chop anytin today!”