Lizazi leliñwi, boma nebangile miselo yemiñata.
One day, mama got a lot of fruit.
“Lukaca lili miselo?” lwabuza. “Lukaca miselo kacenu busihu,” boma babulela.
“When can we have some fruit?” we ask.
“We will have the fruit tonight,” says mama.
Munyanaka Rahimi utimana hahulu, ulikanga miselo kaufela mi uicanga kabuñata.
My brother Rahim is greedy. He tastes all the fruit. He eats a lot of it.
“Bona zaezize Rahimi!” munyenaka ahuwa. “Rahimi hafi mi waitata,” nabulela.
“Look at what Rahim did!” shouts my little brother.
“Rahim is naughty and selfish,” I say.
Boma banyemezi Rahimi.
Mother is angry with Rahim.
Niluna lumunyemezi Rahimi kono yena haikutwi maswabi.
We are also angry with Rahim. But Rahim is not sorry.
“Kana hamuna kumufa koto Rahimi?” munyenaa luna abuza.
“Aren’t you going to punish Rahim?” asks little brother.
“Rahimi, onafa ukainyaza.” Boma ba mufa mamela.
“Rahim, soon you will be sorry,” warns mama.
Rahimi akala kuikutwa kukula.
Rahim starts to feel sick.
“Mba yaka ibutuku,” Rahimi ashobota.
“My tummy is so sore,” whispers Rahim.
Boma nebaziba kuli se sikaezahala. Miselo ifa koto ku Rahimi.
Mama knew this would happen. The fruit is punishing Rahim!
Kasamulaho, Rahimi ainyaza kuluna. “Hanina kutimana hahulu hape nikamuta,” asepisa. Kaufela luna lwa mukolwa.
Later, Rahim says sorry to us. “I will never be so greedy again,” he promises.
And we all believe him.
