So God sey, “Naw wen man don bi like us, wen e don know wetin dey good and bad, make wi nor let am chop from di tree wey dey give life, if not, e nor go ever die.”
But Jakob ansa, “Benjamin nor go follow una go anywhere, bikos en broda don die and na only en remain naw. If anytin happen to am wen una dey travel, den una go just make mi die with pain.”
Wen Josef look up kon si en broda Benjamin, en mama pikin, e kon sey, “Na dis boy bi una yonga broda wey una tell mi about?” Den e sey, “My son, make God always dey good to yu.”