Ifuku dimu, mama wasendeli nyikabu yayivulu nankashi.
One day, mama got a lot of fruit.
“Tukadaku nyikabu ifukwinyi?” twehwili. “Tukuda nyikabu wufuku,” nindi mama.
“When can we have some fruit?” we ask.
“We will have the fruit tonight,” says mama.
Manakwami Rahim wachifwa. Watompan’ga nyikabu yezhima. Wadan’ga yayivulu.
My brother Rahim is greedy. He tastes all the fruit. He eats a lot of it.
“Tala zheliliyi Rahim!” manakwami wamunyanya wabidikili. “Rahim wamanya na chifwa,” nahoshi.
“Look at what Rahim did!” shouts my little brother.
“Rahim is naughty and selfish,” I say.
Mama nahili na Rahim.
Mother is angry with Rahim.
Tunataminini na Rahim ilan’ga Rahim koti kudanakena.
We are also angry with Rahim. But Rahim is not sorry.
“Hiwukubabesha Rahim wanyi?” manakwami wamunyanya wehwili.
“Aren’t you going to punish Rahim?” asks little brother.
“Rahim, ken’ga wukudanakena,” mama wamulezheli
“Rahim, soon you will be sorry,” warns mama.
Rahim watachikili kutiya kukata.
Rahim starts to feel sick.
“mwivumu dami mudi yilonda,” nindi Rahim.
“My tummy is so sore,” whispers Rahim.
Mama welikili nindi izhi zhikumwekana. Mukabu wunakubabesha Rahim!
Mama knew this would happen. The fruit is punishing Rahim!
Chihahitili kapinji, Rahim wadanakeneni kudi etu. “Hinikamba kekala na chifwa chen’giku,” wadishikili. Kaha nawa twamukuhweleleli.
Later, Rahim says sorry to us. “I will never be so greedy again,” he promises.
And we all believe him.
