wen God take mi komot from my papa house and I kon tell Sarah sey, ‘Anywhere wi go, di only tin wey yu go do to show sey yu love mi, na to tell dem sey I bi yor broda.’ ”
Wen di men for di place ask am about en wife, e kon tell dem sey, “Na my sista.” Fear nor fit let am sey, “Na my wife,” bikos e tink for en mind sey, “If I sey na my wife, di men for dis place go kill mi make dem for fit get Rebekah, bikos e too fine.”
How I go take face pipol for publik again? Dem go disgrace yu for Israel too. So abeg, make yu go tell di king, I dey sure sey e go give mi to yu as yor wife.”