Likumbi limwe, mama ambachile mihako yayivulu.
One day, mama got a lot of fruit.
Natuhulisa ngwetu, “Natupwa namihako lwola muka?” Mama akumbulwile ngwenyi, “Natupwa namihako lelo naufuku.”
“When can we have some fruit?” we ask.
“We will have the fruit tonight,” says mama.
Yaya walunga Rahim walifwi. Namakhila mihako yosena. Eji kulya yayivulu.
My brother Rahim is greedy. He tastes all the fruit. He eats a lot of it.
Songo yami mwatambakana ngwenyi, “Tala ovyo Rahim nalingi!” ami nanguhanjika ngwami, “Rahim wakuhuka kaha muthu wakulizanga ivene.”
“Look at what Rahim did!” shouts my little brother.
“Rahim is naughty and selfish,” I say.
Mama napihilila na Rahim.
Mother is angry with Rahim.
Nayetu tunapihilila na Rahim. Oloze Rahim wapyaku.
We are also angry with Rahim. But Rahim is not sorry.
Songo yenyi walunga mwahulisa ngwenyi, “Kamwechi kumuzangamisako?”
“Aren’t you going to punish Rahim?” asks little brother.
Mama mwamutenukila ngwenyi, “Rahim, kalinwomu naumona.”
“Rahim, soon you will be sorry,” warns mama.
Rahim mwaputuka kwivwa kuviza.
Rahim starts to feel sick.
Rahim mwayeveta ngwenyi, “Mujimo lyami muli nakwivika jimbandu.”
“My tummy is so sore,” whispers Rahim.
Mama ejivanga ngwenyi echi nachisoloka. Muhako uli nakuzangamisa Rahim!
Mama knew this would happen. The fruit is punishing Rahim!
Omu mwahichile lwola, Rahim mwalikonekela kuli yetu. Ashikile ngwenyi, “Kangwechi cheka kukapwa nauminyiko.” Tuvosena tumufwelelenu.
Later, Rahim says sorry to us. “I will never be so greedy again,” he promises.
And we all believe him.
