Nare-nare, kwa kere Mbanze gegova goudwa. Age kwa tungire noguhwe wokukurupa mowiza waKalahari.
Long ago, there was a foolish lazy jackal. He lived with his old father in the Kalahari bush.
Ngurangura zimwe Mbanze gokukurupa kwa pindukire yipo ga gwene munwendi ana rara momutenya. Nondya kapi dina pi ano yikombo ayo simpe mosinyongo! “Mumatigona, ove udwa! Ka ze o ka papare ko mukadi. Ame nina kurupa kapi tani vhuru kukupakera mbili,” yimo va uyungire oguhwe vaMbanze. Yipo ga hasumukire Mbanze nokutwara yikombo a ka lise.
One morning Old Jackal woke up to find his son sleeping in the sun. The food was not ready and the goats were still in the kraal!
“Young man, you are so lazy! Go and find a wife. I am too old to look after you,” said Jackal’s father. So Jackal jumped up and took the goats out to graze.
Mowiza, age kwa mwene sininke sina kuvembera pemanya. Yipo ga hederere pepi nemanya. Moomu ga hederere popepi nouwa wosininke nawo yimo una kuvembera. Nampo yige mukadendi googu?!
In the bush, he saw something shining on a rock. He went closer and closer to the rock. The closer he got, the more beautiful the shine was. Perhaps this was the wife for him?!
“Ove o muwa,” yimo ana kuuyunga Mbanze kosininke esi sina kuvembera. “Nye nyove yilye? Morwasinke ono karere nyovelike?” “Ame nyame Ezuva,” sa limbwilire site. “Ekoro lyange kwa siga nge paapa apa va zire. Kapi va here kusimba nge. Ame upyu unene.
“You are beautiful,” said Jackal to the shine. “But who are you? Why are you alone?”
“I am the sun,” the shine answered. “My family left me here when they moved on. They did not want to carry me. I am too hot.”
Mbanze ta uyunga asi “Nye ove o muwa! Tani ku simbi. Ame tani ku twara kembo o ka mone otate.” “Nawa tupu, simba nge tupu. Nye kapisi o sivane apa nani pyapyara unene,” yimo lya uyungire ezuva.
The jackal said, “But you are so beautiful! I will carry you. I will take you home to meet my father.”
“All right, you can carry me. But do not complain when I get too hot for you,” said the sun.
Mbanze yipo ga simbire ezuva komugogo gwendi a tengure ko kembo. Pwa ha na kupita siruwo, ezuva tali tameke kuhwika mbanze. Kuvhura o humburuke ko komugogo gwange?” Nina hepa kupwizumuka ko, ” yimo ga uyungire mbanze. Mugogo gwendi kwa remanene unene nokugenda kapi ga vhulire. “Twikira ngorooro!” yimo lya uyungire ezuva. “Nina ku tantere asi kapisi o sivane.”
So Jackal put the sun on his back and started the journey home. Before long, the sun was burning Jackal’s fur.
“Will you please come down from my back? I need to rest,” said Jackal. His back was so sore that he could hardly walk.
“Just carry on!” said the sun. “I told you not to complain!”
Makura Mbanze ta mono egogwa lina vindama monzira. Yipo ga kokavere konhi zalyo yipo ezuva li gwe po.
Then Jackal saw a log across the path. He crawled under the log so that the sun would fall off.
Nye egogwa tali putura sipapa nonohuki dendi domomugongo makura tadi sigi konyima nezuva.
But the log also scraped the skin and fur from his back and they were left behind with the sun.
Nohuki donompe kwa lisigire nedi da kere korutu nare. Elisigo eli nkenye apa ngali diworokesa Mbanze asi kapisi a govare hena.
The new fur was a different colour to the fur on the rest of his body. The different colours always reminded Jackal not to be so foolish again.
