Nare-nare vantu kwato eyi va divire. Awo kapi va divire kukuna nombuto, ndi kuhonza yidwara, ndi asi ngapi ava pangere yiruganeso yoyivera. Karunga gedina Nyame ogu ga kara meguru kwa kara noukonentu naunye womouzuni. Age kwa u pungura nekeverero lyenene mokandimbe kerova.
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.
Ezuva limwe, Nyame ta tokora asi ta ka gava kandimbe kendi koukonentu kwaAnansi. Nkenye ruveze Anansi nga tara-tara mokandimbe aka kerova, ga lirongerere ko yoyipe. Eyi kwa mu tetukisire!
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!
Anansi gouruva kwa lipulire mwene, “Tani pungura kandimbe nawa keguru lyositji sosire. Makura si kare sanyamwange!” Ta pirura rugodi rorure, ta ru dingire kokandimbe kerova, nokurumangerera kezimo lyendi. Ta tameke kuronda kositji. Nye eyi kwa ninkisire kuronda ku kare udigu yeeyi asi kandimbe kwa limbondagwire monongoro dendi siruwo nasinye.
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.
Siruwo nasinye muna Anansi gomunona kwa sikeme medi lyositji a tarere. Ta uyunga asi, “Kapi ta yi vhuru kurerupa nsene kandimbe mu ka limangerera komugongo?” Anansi yipo ga hetekere kulimangerera kandimbe a ka ka zulire ukonentu komugongo, eyi kwa mu rerupilire unene.
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.
Naruvalisi ta ka sika keguru-guru lyositji. Ta hageke nokulipura asi, “Ame nyame nina wapere kukara noukonentu naunye, nye munange yige ana kara nonondunge yi vhure nge ame!” Eyi kwa reterere Anansi ehandu dogoro ta zugumine kandimbe kerova pevhu.
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.
Ta ka liharagana moyintau yoyinunu-nunu pevhu. Ukonentu ou wa kere mo kwa kere nye wankenye gumwe mokuuligavera. Yimo va lirongere ngoso vantu unandima, kuhonza yidwara, nokupangera yiruganeso yoyivera, nanayinye eyi vana diva kurugana vantu.
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
Valentin Mpasi
Rukwangali
Level 3
