E take some cream, some milk and di meat kon set di food for di men front. For under di tree for der, Abraham kon serve dem by ensef and di men kon chop.
One of di king ofisas ansa, “Abeg. Dat nor fit happen! Even if God ensef dey drop food from heaven, e nor go fit happen!” Elisha ansa, “Yu go si am dey happen, but yu nor go ever chop from am!”
Wen poor pipol and doz wey dem dey opress dey look for wota bikos dia trot don dry, den mi, wey bi God go ansa dem. Israel God nor go ever abandon dem.
Naim e shaut, ‘Papa Abraham, make yu sorry for mi, abeg send Lazarus make e put en finger for wota kon tosh my mout, bikos I dey sofa inside dis fire.’