kon tell en savants, “Make una look, wen Amnon don drink well-well, den if I give di orda, make una kill-am. Make una nor fear, but get mind, bikos I go take all di blame!”
And naw, my rilashons sey make I give dem my pikin wey remain, so dat dem go kill-am, bikos e kill en broda. If dem do like dis, I nor go get pikin again. Dem go distroy my last hope and nobody go dey again to ansa my husband name.”