Bogologolo tala batho ba ne ba sa itse sepe. Ba ne ba sa itse jaaka go tlhonngwa, go dira sepata,kgotsa go dira didirisiwa tsa tshipi.Modimi Nyame kwa loaping o na le botlhale jotlhe jwa lefatshe.O bo beile sentle mo pitseng ya boraga.
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.
Letsatsi lengwe, Nyame a tsaya tshwetso ya gore o ka naya Anansi pitsa ya botlhale,a ithuta sengwe se setsha.Go ne go itumedisa!
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!
Ke gopola fa Anansi a ne a le pelotshetlha, “ke tla baya pitsa sentle kwa setlhoeng sa setlhare se se leele.E be le gore ke kgona go bo e tshegeletsa!”A loga thudi e e telele a e gokela mo pitseng ya boraga,a e gokela mo mogodung wa gagwe. O ne a simolola go palama setlhare.Mme go le thata go palama setlhare ka pitsa e e mo ngatang mo mangoleng.
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.
Ka nako yotlhe mosimane yo motlana wa ga Anansi o ne a eme ka fa tlase ga setlhare a mo lebile.A re,”A go ne go se ka go na bofefo fa o palama o gokeletse pitsa ya boraga mo mokotleng wa gago?Anansi o a leka go gokelela pitsa ya boraga ya botlhale mo mokotleng wa gagwe, mme ruri ga nna bofefo.
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.
Ka nako e e sa fediseng pelo a fitlha kwa setlhoeng sa setlhare. Mme a ema a akanya,”A mme tota ke nna fela yo o tshwanetseng go na le botlhale jotlhe, ke fa morwaake o ne a le botlhale go mphitisa!”Anansi o ne a kgotswa jaana gore a latlhele pitsa ya boraga fa fatshe go tswa mo setlhareng.
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.
Pitsa ya thuba mo diphatseng fa fatshe. Botlhare bo ne bo gololesegile go abalana le mongwe le mongwe.Ke gone jaaka batho itse go rua, go dira sepata, go dira didirisiwa tsa ditshipi,le dilo tse dingwe tse batho ba itseng go di dira.
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.
