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.
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.”
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.
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.
Apa thakahuthire thonga thinyunyi thokuhurera, Mutende mbadi ghakarirepo. Hanendi hashimbire thonga nokudhipepitha. Apa haghayire kupepaghura, hambwangarekire thonga mumuve.
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.
Pametaha diyuwa diya, Karukodhi ghakahukire. Gharombire thonga ghafume tushako otu twayawire muruyendo rwendi. Mutende ghakengire pathimbangupungwero. Ghakengire mukumbitha. Ghakengire mudirapa. Ene thonga ne roterote.
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.”
Apa gheyire Karukodhi diyuwa dyokurandako, ghanawanine Mutende kunakuthukura mumuve, ene mbadiko thonga. Karukodhi ghatjwemine wangu ghutamba pamuve nokunatjombora katjighotjigho kofotji patutjighotjigho. Ghakashimbire. Kuroruheya kutundapo, kehepano ghokwiya Karukodhi, kunawana Mutende ne kuna kuthukura mumuve ghushana thonga.
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.
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.”
Written by: Ann Nduku
Illustrated by: Wiehan de Jager
Translated by: Ruthgela Shawanga, Servasius M. Ndjunga
Ann Nduku
Wiehan de Jager
Ruthgela Shawanga, Servasius M. Ndjunga
Thimbukushu
Level 3
