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!”
bikos dat na di only klot wey una neighbour get to wear, so dat kold nor go katch am. E get any oda klot wey e go take sleep? And wen e kry kon meet mi, I go listin to am, bikos I dey pity for pesin well-well.
Di pipol go dey waka anyhow for di land, dem nor go get hope and dem go dey hongry. So bikos of di honga and vexnashon, dem go look up kon curse dia king and God.