Den di pikin real mama kon tell di king with pain for en heart sey, “My King! Abeg, instead make yu kill di pikin, make yu gi-am to di oda woman.” But di oda one ansa, “My king! Nor give di pikin to any of us, but make yu just divide am.”
So God ansa, “Israel, una bi my shidren wey I love well-well. I dey always tink of una with love wen ever I remember una name. Una dey for my heart and I go really sorry for una.
Efraim pipol, how I won take leave or abandon una? I nor fit distroy una just as I distroy Admah pipol or trit una as I trit Zeboiim pipol? My heart nor go let mi do am, bikos di love wey I get for una, too strong.
So, as pipol wey God don choose, wey holy and wey E love well-well, make una kwik dey sorry for pipol; dey gentol; nor dey karry body up and wear patient like klot for body.