Juba jimo, bamama basendele bipangwa byavula.
One day, mama got a lot of fruit.
“Kimyeka kyotusakuja abye bipangwa?” Twaipwizha. “Tusakuja bufuku,” bamama ba kumbula.
“When can we have some fruit?” we ask.
“We will have the fruit tonight,” says mama.
Nkasami Rahim uji nabwitemwe. Wajako kubyonse bipangwa. Kabiji waja byavula.
My brother Rahim is greedy. He tastes all the fruit. He eats a lot of it.
“Talai byauba Rahim!” nkansami wamulume waita. “Rahim keuvwane kabiji witemwa,” na amba.
“Look at what Rahim did!” shouts my little brother.
“Rahim is naughty and selfish,” I say.
Bamama bamuzhingijila Rahim.
Mother is angry with Rahim.
Ne atweba twamuzhingijila Rahim. Pano Rahim kechi walomba lulekelo lwamambo ne.
We are also angry with Rahim. But Rahim is not sorry.
“Kechi musa kumukambula Rahim nenyi?” nkansa wamulume waipuzha.
“Aren’t you going to punish Rahim?” asks little brother.
“Rahim, katatakatu wilekele mambo,” bamama bakambizha.
“Rahim, soon you will be sorry,” warns mama.
Rahim watendendeka kuvwa kubela.
Rahim starts to feel sick.
“Munda mwami mubena kukola,”Rahim waamba najiwi jamunshi.
“My tummy is so sore,” whispers Rahim.
Bamama bayukile bisakumweka. Bipangwa ke bimukambule Rahim!
Mama knew this would happen. The fruit is punishing Rahim!
Pa kupita kimye, Rahim walombele lulekelo lwamambo.” ke nkabwezhapo ne bwitemwe bwa bibye ne,” wa laya. Kabiji bonse twamunvwina.
Later, Rahim says sorry to us. “I will never be so greedy again,” he promises.
And we all believe him.
