Sakima waikalanga na bansemi yanji ne nyenga yanji wamyaka yakusemwa ina. Baikalanga mumpunzha ya munonshi. Nzubo yabo yansono yajinga kunsa kwapela bichi.
Sakima lived with his parents and his four year old sister.
They lived on a rich man’s land.
Their grass-thatched hut was at the end of a row of trees.
Kimye Sakima kyoajinga namyaka ya kusemwa isatu, wabeleele kabiji walekele ne kumona. Sakima wajinga nsongwalume wajinga na kyabupe.
When Sakima was three years old, he fell sick and lost his sight.
Sakima was a talented boy.
Sakima did many things that other six year old boys did not do.
For example, he could sit with older members of the village and discuss important matters.
Bansemi yanji Sakima basebezanga kunzubo ya munonshi. Bafumanga pa nzubo lukeelo-keelo kabiji babwelangatu mabanga ene. Sakima washalanga ne nyenga yanji wamwanyike.
The parents of Sakima worked at the rich man’s house.
They left home early in the morning and returned late in the evening.
Sakima was left with his little sister.
Sakima liked to sing for his little sister, especially, if she felt hungry.
His sister would listen to him singing his favourite song.
She would sway to the soothing tune.
Nyenga yanji wamupopwelanga amba,” bwezhapo ne jikwabo ne jikwabo. Sakima waswanga ne kwimba jikwabo.
“Can you sing it again and again, Sakima,” his sister would beg him.
Sakima would accept and sing it over and over again.
“I can sing for him. He might be happy again,” Sakima told his parents.
But his parents dismissed him.
“He is very rich. You are only a blind boy. Do you think your song will help him?”
However, Sakima did not give up.
His little sister supported him.
She said, “Sakima’s songs soothe me when I am hungry. They will soothe the rich man too.”
The workers stopped what they were doing. They listened to Sakima’s beautiful song.
But one man said, “Nobody has been able to console the boss. Does this blind boy think he will console him?”
Sakima wapwishishe kwimba kabiji wa alukile amba ayenga. Bino uno shetu munonshi walupukile lubilo ne kumwambila Sakima amba, “Nasansapo, imbako ne jikwabo.”
Sakima finished singing his song and turned to leave.
But the rich man rushed out and said, “Please sing again.”
Pakyonkakya kimye, bashetu babiji baishile saka basenda muntu pamakila. Bataine mwananji uno munonshi bamupuma kabiji bamusha ne kunsa ya mukwakwa.
At that very moment, two men came carrying someone on a stretcher.
They had found the rich man’s son beaten up and left on the side of the road.
Uno shetu munonshi wasangalele bingi pakumona mwananji jikwabo. Wamulambwile Sakima pakumutekenesha na lwimbo. Watwajile mwananji ne Sakima kukipatela pakuuba amba Sakima atambule lubuko lwa menso.
The rich man was so happy to see his son again.
He rewarded Sakima for consoling him.
He took his son and Sakima to hospital so Sakima could regain his sight.
