I don old rish eighty years and nor-tin dey make mi happy again, I nor dey taste or enjoy wetin I dey chop or drink and I nor dey hear pipol wen dem dey sing again. So if I follow yu go, na wahala I go just bi to yu.
But instead, una bigin laf and dey do party. Una sey, “Make dem kill sheep and melu make wi chop and make wi drink plenty wine! Make wi drink and chop, bikos wi go fit die tumoro.”
Efraim pipol, una own don finish! Una glory dey fade like flower wey breeze blow trowey, bikos una leaders don drink well-well and even with all di perfume wey dem spray, dem still sleep for dirty, bikos di drink don katch dem well-well.
True-true, wine go disgrace proud and wiked pipol! Dia mout wide like grave and just as deat nor dey beleful, na so too nor-tin dey beleful dem. Bikos of dia long-trot, dem don gada nashons kon swallow many pipol.
bad belle; killi-killi; to dey drink anyhow and dey do oda tins like all dis ones. I dey warn una naw as I don warn una before sey, pipol wey dey do dis kind tins, nor go enter God kingdom!
Wen Abigail go back go meet Nabal, e dey do party for en house like king. Nabal dey enjoy ensef and e don drink well-well. Abigail nor tok anytin until di next day.