Konale nale mefimbo lakapita ovanhu kakwali vena ounongo muhapu. Kakwali veshii kutya oimeno ohai kunwa ngahelipi, kutya nee oku hondja oidjalommwa, ile oku hambula oivela. Kalunga Nyame akala mewangadjo okwa kala ena omaupunandunge aeshe ounyuni. Okwa kala e a tuvikila nawa moshiyuma shedu.
Long long ago people didn’t
know anything. They didn’t
know how to plant crops, or
how to weave cloth, or how to
make iron tools.
The god Nyame up in the sky
had all the wisdom of the world.
He kept it safe in a clay pot.
Efiku limwe, Nyame okwa tokola kutya oshiyuma shedu osho shina oupunandunge oteshiyandje ku Anansi. Keshe efimbo Anansi atalamo moshiyuma shedu okwa li helilongosha shipe. Okwali shinyakula neenghono.
One day, Nyame decided that
he would give the pot of
wisdom to Anansi.
Every time Anansi looked in the
clay pot, he learned something
new. It was so exciting!
Omunalwisho Anansi okwa dilaadila, “Oshiyuma eshi ohandi shikaleke meameno ndeshi tulika moitai yomulumbuti. Okudja opo aame ashike handi kala ndishi ashishe!”Okwa konga ongodi ile ndele tamange oshiyuma eshidingunuka nongodi ei ditika nawa, yee teimangele medimo laye. Okwa tameka nee okulonda komuti. Okwali nee shidjuu okulonda komuti noshiyuma shaashi oshiyuma okwali alushe tashi lidengaadenga meengolo daye eshi talondo.
Greedy Anansi thought, “I’ll
keep the pot safe at the top of a
tall tree. Then I can have it all
to myself!”
He spun a long thread, wound it
round the clay pot, and tied it to
his stomach.
He began to climb the tree. But
it was hard climbing the tree
with the pot bumping him in the
knees all the time.
Alushe omonamati munini wa Anansi ohakala ofika pefina lomuti temu tale eshi talondo. Okwatya, “Ngeno itashi kala shipu ngeenge oshiyuma oweshi mangela kombuda?” Anansi takendabala amangele oshiyuma shiyadi oupunandunge kombuda yaye, noshali shemu pupalela shili.
All the time Anansi’s young son
had been standing at the
bottom of the tree watching. He
said, “Wouldn’t it be easier to
climb if you tied the pot to your
back instead?”
Anansi tried tying the clay pot
full of wisdom to his back, and it
really was a lot easier.
Inapakalwa efimbo yee okwa fika nale koxulo yomuti. Okwa kanghama ndele telipula, “Aame shike kwali ndina okukala ndina eendunge ndidule dovanhu aveshe, ndele paife omumwangemati okwa dulange meendunge!” Oshinima eshi okwali shahandula Anansi neenghono ndele ta umbile oshiyuma pedu.
In no time he reached the top of
the tree.
But then he stopped and
thought, “I’m supposed to be
the one with all the wisdom,
and here my son was cleverer
than me!”
Anansi was so angry about this
that he threw the clay pot down
out of the tree.
Oshiyuma eshi shelidenga pedu osha tatauka moupambu. Okudja opo upuna ndunge owa kala wamangulukila keshe umwe tau tukulilwafanwa. Opo nee padja ovanhu vahondje oidjalomwa, vahambule oilongifo moitenda, voo va etepo yoo keshe tuu osho hashidulu oku longwa komunhu.
It smashed into pieces on the
ground. The wisdom was free
for everyone to share.
And that is how people learned
to farm, to weave cloth, to
make iron tools, and all the
other things that people know
how to do.
Ghanaian folktale
Wiehan de Jager
Fritz David
Oshikwanyama
Level 3
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