Tom ghana shimbi thikote tho mapanana ghopyuu.
Tom carries a tray of ripe bananas.
Tom kuna kuyenda kudyango dyokughurithera ghaka ghurithe mapanana.
Tom goes to the market to sell bananas.
Hanu awa ha di pa dyango dyokughurithera kuna kughura mbuyo.
People at the market are buying fruit.
Ene noghofotji temba oyu ghana kughura mapanana ghaTom. Awo ne kuna kughura mbuyo edhi hana kughuritha hambuyama ngenyu.
But no one is buying
Tom’s bananas.
They prefer to buy fruit from women.
“Mumukunda wetu, hambuyama pithagho ngenyu ha ghurithanga mbuyo,” hanu haghamba. ” Katughuru munye yu?” Hanu hepura.
“In our community, only women sell fruit,” people say. “What kind of a man is this?” people ask.
Ene Tom yene mbadi wa kuhupura. Aye kwitha ghukugherera, “mughure mapanana ghange! Mughure mapanana ghange ghomatowi ghopyuu!”
But Tom does not give up.
He calls, “Buy my bananas!
Buy my sweet ripe bananas!”
Mbuyama ghofotji ghana tumbura dindjombo dyopanana pathikote. Kokugha kengurura mapanana gha thiwanathiwana.
One woman picks up a bunch of bananas from the tray.
She looks at the bananas carefully.
Mbuyama gho ghana ghuru mapanana.
The woman buys the bananas.
Hanu hongengi kuna kwiya kumaghurithero ghendi. Kokughuru mapanana gha Tom no kughadya.
More people come to the stall.
They buy Tom’s bananas and eat them.
Kapupi kamanana, thikote kare nga thi kara mukunguru. Tom kuna kutara masherenyi agha ghana wanamo apa ghana ghuritha.
Soon, the tray is empty.
Tom counts the money he earned.
Tom gho ghana ghuru murora, shuka noghuroto. Gho ghana yitura pathikote.
Then Tom buys soap, sugar, and bread.
He puts the things in his tray.
Tom ghana tengena thikote no kuyenda kudighumbo.
Tom balances the tray on his head and goes home.