En brodas ansa, “Yor savants na from one house and wi bi twelf boys. Na one man for Kanaan born all of us. Di one wey yong pass dey with awa papa and one don die.”
So dia papa Jakob kon tell dem, “Una won turn mi to who nor get pikin? Josef don die. I nor know wetin dey happen to Simeon naw. And naw una won kollect Benjamin too! Evritin just dey against mi.”
Make una nor bow or serve dem, bikos na mi bi di Oga una God and I dey jealous well-well. I bi God wey dey ponish shidren and dia shidren-shidren, bikos dia papa Rijet mi.
“Israel pipol, dis word wey una dey always tok for dis land, na wetin e mean? Una dey sey, “ ‘Mama and papa dey chop grape wey don sawa, but na di shidren dey feel di sawa taste for dia mout.’ ”
‘Mi wey bi God, I nor dey kwik vex and I dey show my love and goodness well-well. I dey forgive pipol sins and sturbones, but I go still ponish dia shidren-shidren go rish dia third and fourt generashon, bikos of di sin wey dia papa and mama kommit.’