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.”
So Potifa leave evritin wey e get for Josef make e kare for dem. So di only tin wey koncern Potifa for di house, na to chop. Josef fine well-well and e get betta karata.
I dey sleep, my heart dey dream; bikos I hear my love dey nok and sey: “Open for mi, my treasure and darlin; my dove and di rite pesin for mi, bikos dew don wet my head and dust don make my hair dirty.”