Juuba jimo, ba maama basendele bipangwa byavula.
One day, mama got a lot of fruit.
“Kimyeka kyotwakonsha kujapo bipangwa?” Twaipwizhe. “Tusakuja bipangwa bufuku,” ba maama bakumbwile.
“When can we have some fruit?” we ask.
“We will have the fruit tonight,” says mama.
Nkasami Rahim uji na lwiso. Ujapo pa bipangwa byonse. Kabiji uja byavula.
My brother Rahim is greedy. He tastes all the fruit. He eats a lot of it.
“Talai pabyaubile Rahim!” Nkasami wamulume wabijikile “Rahim wazhikwa kabiji witemwa,” byobyobaambile.
“Look at what Rahim did!” shouts my little brother.
“Rahim is naughty and selfish,” I say.
Ba maama bazhingijile na Rahim.
Mother is angry with Rahim.
Ne atweba twamuzhingijila Rahim. Bino Rahim kechi walombele lulekelo lwamambo ne.
We are also angry with Rahim. But Rahim is not sorry.
“Nanchi kechi musa kumukambula Rahim nenyi?” nkansa wamulume waipwizhe.
“Aren’t you going to punish Rahim?” asks little brother.
“Rahim, katatakatu ukamone byakukumya,” ba mama bamujimwineko.
“Rahim, soon you will be sorry,” warns mama.
Rahim watendekele kumvwa kubela.
Rahim starts to feel sick.
Rahim wanongotwele amba, “Munda mwami mubena kukola,”
“My tummy is so sore,” whispers Rahim.
Ba maama bayukile amba abye bikamwekana. Bipangwa ke bimukambule Rahim!
Mama knew this would happen. The fruit is punishing Rahim!
Pa kupita kimye, Rahim walombele lulekelo lwamambo nekwamba amba, “Kechi nkabwezhapo kuuba lwiso jikwabo ne,” wachipile. Kabiji bonse bamumvwijile.
Later, Rahim says sorry to us. “I will never be so greedy again,” he promises.
And we all believe him.
