But Josef tell dem, “I nor go fit do dat tin! Di man wey dem for si di cup for en hand go bi my savant and di rest of una fit go meet una papa with peace.”
Wi ansa sey, ‘Awa papa don old and wi get one small broda wey dem born for awa papa wen e don old. Di boy broda don die. Na only en bi en mama pikin wey remain and en papa love am well-well.’
Di king nor kon happy again. So e go di room wey dey di gate side kon bigin kry. As e dey go, e dey kry sey, “O-o! My pikin Absalom! Absalom my pikin, e for betta sey na mi die, instead of yu!”
Anybody wey dey porshu and won kill yu, di Oga yor God wey dey heaven go protet yor life and nor-tin go happen to yu. But e go skata and kill yor enemies, wons and for all.