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.”
Di king tell Ziba, “Evritin wey Mefiboshet get, don turn yor own.” Ziba ansa, “I go always bi yor savant! Make I always dey do wetin dey good for my king eyes!”