Wata rana da farar safiya, kakar Idi
ta yi kiran shi, “Idi, don Allah, kana
iya kai ma mahaifanka wannan
ƙwan? Suna son su yi wani babban
biskiti na auren ƙanwarka”.
Early one morning Vusi’s granny
called him, “Vusi, please take this
egg to your parents. They want to
make a large cake for your sister’s
wedding.”
Lokacin da yake zuwa gida
mahaifan nashi, Idi ya gamu da
wasu samari biyu suna cirar ƴaƴan
itace. Ɗaya daga cikin yaran ya
ɗauki ƙwai ɗaya kuma ya jefa
saman iccen. Ƙwan ya fashe.
On his way to his parents, Vusi met
two boys picking fruit. One boy
grabbed the egg from Vusi and shot
it at a tree. The egg broke.
“Mi ka yi?” in ji Idi. “Wannan ƙwan
na yin biskiti ne, biskitin auren
ƙanwata. Mi ƙanwar tawa za ta ce
idan babu biskitin aurenta?”
“What have you done?” cried Vusi.
“That egg was for a cake. The cake
was for my sister’s wedding. What
will my sister say if there is no
wedding cake?”
Samari ba su ji daɗin wannan
wasan da suka yi ma Idi.
“Babu yadda zamu yi don yin
biskiti, amma ga wannan sandar ka
kai ma ƙanwarka.” In ji ɗaya daga
cikin su. Idi ya ci gaba bisan
hanyarshi.
The boys were sorry for teasing
Vusi.
“We can’t help with the cake, but
here is a walking stick for your
sister,” said one.
Vusi continued on his journey.
Bisan hanya, ya tarda mutane biyu
suna gina wani gida. “Muna iya
amfani da wannan sandar taka mai
ƙwari?” in ji ɗaya daga cikin
mutanen biyu. Amma da yake
sandar ba ta da ƙwari sosai, sai ta
kariye.
Along the way he met two men
building a house. “Can we use that
strong stick?” asked one.
But the stick was not strong enough
for building, and it broke.
“Mi kuka yi?” in ji Idi.
“Wannan sandar kyauta ce aka ma
ƙanwata. Masu ciran ɗiyan itace
suka ba ni don sun fasa ƙwan da za
yi biskitin auren ƙanwata. Biskitin
na auren ƙanwata ne. Yanzu ba
ƙwan, ba biskitin kuma babu kyauta
ko ɗaya.”
Mi ƙanwar tawa za ta ce.
“What have you done?” cried Vusi.
“That stick was a gift for my sister.
The fruit pickers gave me the stick
because they broke the egg for the
cake. The cake was for my sister’s
wedding. Now there is no egg, no
cake, and no gift. What will my
sister say?”
Maginan ba su ji daɗi ba da suka
karya sandar.
“Ba mu san abinda za mu yi ba,
amma ga ciyawa kaɗan ka kai ma
ƙanwarka,” in ji ɗaya daga cikinsu.
Idi ya ci gaba bisan hanyarshi.
The builders were sorry for breaking
the stick.
“We can’t help with the cake, but
here is some thatch for your sister,”
said one.
And so Vusi continued on his
journey.
Bisan hanya, Idi ya tarda wani
makiyayi da saniya.
“Wannan ciyawar sai ta yi daɗi, ko
ka ba ni kaɗan?” in ji saniyar.
Sai da yake ciyawar tana da daɗi,
saniyar ta cinye duka.
Along the way, Vusi met a farmer
and a cow. “What delicious thatch,
can I have a nibble?” asked the cow.
But the thatch was so tasty that the
cow ate it all!
“Mi kika yi?” in ji Idi.
“Wannan ciyawar, kyauta ce aka ma
ƙanwata. Magina sun ba ni ciyawar
don su karya sandar cirar ɗiyan
itace. Masu cirar ɗiyan itace sun ba
ni sandar don sun fasa ƙwan yin
biskitin auren ƙanwar tawa. Biskitin
na auren ƙanwata ne. Yanzu babu
biskitin, ba kuma kyauta ko ɗaya.
Mi ƙanwar tawa za ta ce?”
“What have you done?” cried Vusi.
“That thatch was a gift for my
sister. The builders gave me the
thatch because they broke the stick
from the fruit pickers. The fruit
pickers gave me the stick because
they broke the egg for my sister’s
cake. The cake was for my sister’s
wedding. Now there is no egg, no
cake, and no gift. What will my
sister say?”
Saniya ba ta ji daɗi ba da ta cinye
ciyawar. Makiyayin ya ɗauki niyyar
bada saniya don ta raka shi kuma ta
zama kyauta ga ƙwanwarshi. Idi ya
ci gaba bisan hanyarshi.
The cow was sorry she was greedy.
The farmer agreed that the cow
could go with Vusi as a gift for his
sister. And so Vusi carried on.
Sai dai lokacin da za a yanka
saniyar, sai ta gudu ta koma ga mai
ita. Idi kuma ya ɓadda sawunta.
Ko da ya zo wajen auren ƙanwar
tashi, mutane sun yi abinci.
But the cow ran back to the farmer
at supper time.
And Vusi got lost on his journey.
He arrived very late for his sister’s
wedding. The guests were already
eating.
“Mi za ni yi ?” in ji Idi.
“Saniyar da ta gudu, kyauta ce
kambacin ciyawar da magina suka
ba ni. Magina sun ba ni ciyawar don
sun karya sandar cirar ɗiyan itace.
Masu cirar ɗiyan itace sun ba ni
sandar don sun fasa ƙwan yin
biskitin auren ƙanwar tawa. Biskitin
na auren ƙanwata ne.
Yanzu babu saniyar, ba biskitin, ba
kuma kyauta ko ɗaya.”
“What shall I do?” cried Vusi.
“The cow that ran away was a gift,
in return for the thatch the builders
gave me. The builders gave me the
thatch because they broke the stick
from the fruit pickers. The fruit
pickers gave me the stick because
they broke the egg for the cake.
The cake was for the wedding. Now
there is no egg, no cake, and no
gift.”
Ƙanwar ta Idi ta yi tunani kuma ta
ce: “Idi ƙanena, ban damu da
wannan kyautar. Ban damu da
biskitin ba. Yau ranar murna ce, ina
farin ciki. Sanya tufafinka na salla
ka zo mu raya wannan ranar!”
Sai idi ya yi hakan.
Vusi’s sister thought for a while,
then she said,
“Vusi my brother, I don’t really care
about gifts. I don’t even care about
the cake! We are all here together, I
am happy. Now put on your smart
clothes and let’s celebrate this
day!”
And so that’s what Vusi did.
