Efiku limwe meme okwa etelelela oiimati ihapu.
One day, mama got a lot of fruit.
“Onaini hatu pewa oiimati?” osho twa pula. “Oiimati ohatu i li nena konguloshi,” meme osho a ti.
“When can we have some fruit?” we ask.
“We will have the fruit tonight,” says mama.
Omumwamememati Rahim omufukedi. Okwa lola omaludi aeshe oiimati. Okwa lya po oiimati ihapu sha pitilila.
My brother Rahim is greedy. He tastes all the fruit. He eats a lot of it.
“Tala eshi Rahim a longa!” Okamwamememati osho ka ingida. “Rahim oku na omhepo yokulihola mwene yee omufifiti,” osho nda ti.
“Look at what Rahim did!” shouts my little brother.
“Rahim is naughty and selfish,” I say.
Meme okwa li a handukila Rahim.
Mother is angry with Rahim.
Nafye okwa li twa nyematela Rahim. Ashike Rahim ka li e na ko nasha.
We are also angry with Rahim. But Rahim is not sorry.
“Rahim ita pewa ehandukilo?” okamwamememati taka pula.
“Aren’t you going to punish Rahim?” asks little brother.
“Rahim, ou na okuutola mo nena eli,” meme osho a ti nokunghulilo.
“Rahim, soon you will be sorry,” warns mama.
Rahim okwa tameka ehe udite nawa.
Rahim starts to feel sick.
“Edimo lange otali vele,” Rahim osho a nongofola.
“My tummy is so sore,” whispers Rahim.
Meme okwa kala e shishi kutya oshike shi na oku mu hanga. Oiimati ei a lumbakanifa oi na oku mu kufa oufifiti oo!
Mama knew this would happen. The fruit is punishing Rahim!
Lwanima, Rahim okwe tu pa ombili. “Nghi na vali fiku ndi kale omufukedi ngaha,” osho a udaneka. Atushe otwa itavela osho e tu lombwela.
Later, Rahim says sorry to us. “I will never be so greedy again,” he promises.
And we all believe him.
