Den Jesus sey,
“One man dey wey get two sons.
Di yonga one kon tell en papa,
‘Give mi my own share for awa propaty.’
So en papa kon gi-am.
“Afta sometaim,
di yong boy karry evritin wey e get travel go one far kountry kon waste all en money for yeye life.
Wen e don finish all wetin e get,
e nor si anytin to chop,
bikos honga dey for dat kountry,
so e kon dey sofa.
E kon dey work for one man for der,
di man dey send am go en farm go give pig food.
Di honga kon make am dey won chop di food wey di pig dem dey chop,
bikos nobody gi-am food.
“But wen en eye klear,
e kon sey,
‘All my papa workers get food wey dem nor fit chop finish,
but hongry don nearly kill mi for here!
I go get up go meet my papa tell am,
“Papa I don sin against heaven and against yu.
I nor rish make dem koll mi yor pikin again.
Make yu take mi as yor worker.” ’
So e get up kon go meet en papa.
“But wen en papa si am dey kom from far,
e sorry for am,
run go meet am,
hold am near body kon kiss am.
“Den di pikin tell am,
‘Papa,
I don sin against heaven and yu.
I nor rish make dem koll mi yor pikin again.
Make yu take mi as yor worker.’
“But di papa koll en savants kon tell dem,
‘Make una bring di best klot,
ring and shoe and make una wear dem for my pikin.
Den,
make una go take di melu wey fat pass,
kill-am make wi do party,
bikos dis my pikin die before,
but naw,
e don kom back to life,
e lost before,
but naw,
I don si am!’
So di party kon start.
“By dat time,
di senior son dey kom from farm where e go work.
Wen e don near house,
e kon dey hear music and si pipol dey dance.
So e koll one savant kon ask am,
‘Wetin dey happen?’
Di savant ansa,
‘Yor broda don kom back and yor papa don kill di melu wey fat pass,
bikos e kom back well and nor-tin bad happen to am.’
“Di senior broda kon dey vex and e nor gri enter house,
so en papa kon beg am make e enter.
So,
e tell en papa,
‘Si,
all dis many years I dey work like slave for yu and e nor get anytime wey I disobey yu,
but yu neva give mi even one small goat make I do party with my friends.
But wen dis yor pikin kom back afta e don waste all yor money with ashawo,
yu kon kill di melu wey fat pass for am!’
“Den di papa tell am,
‘My pikin,
yu always dey here with mi and evritin wey I get na yor own.
But e good make I do party,
bikos yor broda die before,
but naw,
e don kom back to life,
e lost before,
but naw,
wi don si am.’ ”