Kanako yen’wi, Nasikuku ni Mbande neeli balikani. Nebapila mwa kozo ni linyunywani zeñwi kaufela. Nekusina yene kona kufufa.
Once upon a time, Hen and
Eagle were friends. They lived
in peace with all the other birds.
None of them could fly.
Zazi leliñwi, nekunani lukupwe mwa naha. Mbande neinani kuya kwahule-hule kuli iyobata lico. Neikutile inge ikatezi hahulu. “Kuswanela kuba ni mukwa obunolo wa kuzamaya!” Mbande yabulela.
One day, there was famine in
the land. Eagle had to walk very
far to find food. She came back
very tired.
“There must be an easier way
to travel!” said Eagle.
Kasamulaho a busihu bwakulobala hande, Nasikuku yaba ni muhupulo womunde hahulu. Yakala kunopa-nopa mafufa anawile a linyunywani zeñwi kaufela. “Alualukeleni fa halimu a mafufa aluna,” yabulela. “Mwendi lukakona kuzamaya kabunolo.”
After a good night’s sleep, Hen
had a brilliant idea. She began
collecting the fallen feathers
from all their bird friends.
“Let’s sew them together on top
of our own feathers,” she said.
“Perhaps that will make it easier
to travel.”
Mbande neeli yona feela inosi yeneinani ndonga mwa hae, kona kuli yakalisa kuluka. Neitukezi mafufa amabeli amande hahulu mi ya kwanisa kufufa fahalimu a Nasikuku. Nasikuku yakalima ndonga kono hanyinyani feela yakatala kuluka. Yasiya ndonga fahalimu a kabati ni kuya mwa liapehelo kuyo apehela bana bayona lico.
Eagle was the only one in the
village with a needle, so she
started sewing first.
She made herself a pair of
beautiful wings and flew high
above Hen.
Hen borrowed the needle but
she soon got tired of sewing.
She left the needle on the
cupboard and went into the
kitchen to prepare food for her
children.
Kono linyunywani zeñwi neliboni Mbande haifufa. Selikupa Nasikuku kulikalima ndonga kuli liitukele mafufa azona. Onafo, sekuba ni linyunywani zene fufa-fufa mwa mbyumbyulu kaufela.
But the other birds had seen
Eagle flying away. They asked
Hen to lend them the needle to
make wings for themselves too.
Soon there were birds flying all
over the sky.
Nyunywani ya mafelelezo aneikutisa ndonga, Nasikuku nasiyo. Cwale bana bahae bashimba ndonga nikukala kubapala niyona. Hase bakatezi kubapala, basiya ndonga mwa mubu.
When the last bird returned the
borrowed needle, Hen was not
there. So her children took the
needle and started playing with
it.
When they got tired of the
game, they left the needle in
the sand.
Musihali o, Mbande aikutile, yakupa kwa ndonga kuli ilukisa mafufa ayona hanasinyehezi mwa musipili. Nasikuku yabata fa kabati. Yabata mwa liapehelo mane ni mwa lapa. Kono ndonga neisika fumaneha.
Later that afternoon, Eagle
returned. She asked for the
needle to fix some feathers that
had loosened on her journey.
Hen looked on the cupboard.
She looked in the kitchen. She
looked in the yard. But the
needle was nowhere to be
found.
“Just give me a day,” Hen
begged Eagle. “Then you can
fix your wing and fly away to
get food again.”
“Just one more day,” said Eagle.
“If you can’t find the needle,
you’ll have to give me one of
your chicks as payment.”
When Eagle came the next day,
she found Hen scratching in the
sand, but no needle.
So Eagle flew down very fast
and caught one of the chicks.
She carried it away.
Forever after that, whenever
Eagle appears, she finds Hen
scratching in the sand for the
needle.
Muluti wa Mbande usabonahala feela fafasi, Nasikuku ulemusa tuciyociyo twahae. “Hamuzwe mwa patelo mokusina sesiñwi,” mi twa alaba: “Hauliyanganu. Lyuka mata.”
As the shadow of Eagle’s wing
falls on the ground, Hen warns
her chicks. “Get out of the bare
and dry land.”
And they respond:
“We are not fools. We will run.”
Ann Nduku
Wiehan de Jager
Christabel Songiso, Akombelwa Muyangana
SiLozi (Zambia)
Level 3
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