A Caribbean man was on his death bed. His girlfriend Leila was maintaining bedside. She held his fragile hand, tears ran down her face. Her praying roused him from his slumber. He looked up and his pale lips began to move slightly.
"Mih dahlin Leila," he whispered.
"Hush mih love," she said. "Rest. Shhh...doh talk."
He was insistent. "Leila" he said, in his tired voice. Me have someting me hafa confess to yuh."
"Yuh have nuttin to confess." replied the weeping Leila. Everyting alright,
go to sleep mih love."
"No, no, me hafa die in peace love. Me sleep wit yuh sister, yuh best
friend and yuh mudda."
"Me know," answered Leila, "dats why me poison yuh."