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Namutosi ni butsuune butaru Nozibele and the three hairs

Written by Tessa Welch

Illustrated by Wiehan de Jager

Translated by Fabian Wakholi

Language Lumasaaba

Level Level 3

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Aabawo khaalekho, bakhaana bataru baatsya khureenya tsiikhu.

A long time ago, three girls went out to collect wood.


Antsye aaba abiilile naabi, kila batsya i luutsi khuusuba. Baryo baasuba nga benyaha, nga behanyakila kameetsi.

It was a hot day so they went down to the river to swim. They played and splashed and swam in the water.


Baatsya khukhebulila nga antsye abukabukana. Beeyunakho khuukobolayo ingo.

Suddenly, they realised that it was late. They hurried back to the village.


Nga bali aambi khukhwoola ingo, Namutosi weyabaaba mu milo mweewe. Wenyoola nga webiliile kumukufu kweewe. Aryo wekoontselela basheewe ari, “Ni munjeete khukoboleyo.” Ne basaale beewe baaloma bari antsye bwelabuule naabi.

When they were nearly home, Nozibele put her hand to her neck. She had forgotten her necklace! “Please come back with me!” she begged her friends. But her friends said it was too late.


Aryo Namutosi waakobolayo iluutsi yenyene. Waanyoola kumukuufu kweewe, kila akyeendaka khaangu khuukobolayo ingo. Ne wakoraana khu lwe shishiilima

So Nozibele went back to the river alone. She found her necklace and hurried home. But she got lost in the dark.


Iburaangisikho waabonayo kumulilo kumulikha nga kwaamila mu ntsu. Waakyendaka khaangu woolayo, waakhoonyaka khu lwiitsi.

In the distance she saw light coming from a hut. She hurried towards it and knocked at the door.


Shamwiyaangisa khuubona nga imbwa niyo iyamwiikulilawo lulwiitsi, yaamureeba iri, “Ukana shiina?” Namutosi waakilamo ari, “Naatibile, ari imeentsa shiifwo e khuukona.” Imbwa yaamwiilamo iri, “Ingila mukari, noola ta, ikhuluma. Aryo Namutosi wenjila mu ntsu.

To her surprise, a dog opened the door and said, “What do you want?” “I’m lost and I need a place to sleep,” said Nozibele. “Come in, or I’ll bite you!” said the dog. So Nozibele went in.


Lwanyuma imbwa yaamuloma iri, “Indeekhele biilyo.” Namutosi weelamo ari, “Ise mbakhuteekhatsakilakho imbwa biilyo ta. Imbwa yaamuloma iri, “Teekha, noola ta, inakhuluma!” Aryo Namutosi wamaaya waakiteekhela biilyo.

Then the dog said, “Cook for me!” “But I’ve never cooked for a dog before,” she answered. “Cook, or I’ll bite you!” said the dog. So Nozibele cooked some food for the dog.


Imbwa yeelakho yaamuloma iri, “Intsalile buulili.” Namutosi waaloma ari, “Ne ise nakhwaalatsakilakho imbwa buulili ta.” Imbwa nayo yaamurisaka iri, “Yaala buulili, noola ta, inakhuluma.” Aryo Namutosi waala buulili.

Then the dog said, “Make the bed for me!” Nozibele answered, “I’ve never made a bed for a dog.” “Make the bed, or I’ll bite you!” the dog said. So Nozibele made the bed.


Buli busheele, Namutosi aateekhatsaka, weeya mu ntsu, luundi wasiingatsakila imbwa. Aabawo lutweela imbwa yaloma Namutosi iri, “Namutosi, shaleelo indi khuutsya khukyeniyilakho basaale baase. Ingana weeye intsu, uteekhe biilyo, usiinge bibiindu byase, nga ishiili khukobola ingo ta.

Every day she had to cook and sweep and wash for the dog. Then one day the dog said, “Nozibele, today I have to visit some friends. Sweep the house, cook the food and wash my things before I come back.”


Lubaluba nga imbwa ilitsiile, Namutosi waakusa butsuune butaru khu murwe kweewe. Khatweela waakhara mu khuriiri, khakhaandi waakhara inyuma we lulwiitsi, ni khakhaandi waakhara mwitaala. Lwanyuma waarandabala tsindimo khuutsya ingo.

As soon as the dog had gone, Nozibele took three hairs from her head. She put one hair under the bed, one behind the door, and one in the kraal. Then she ran home as fast as she could.


Ne imbwa ni yakobola, yaheentsa Namutosi. Yalaanga iri, “Namutosi, uli waheena?” Khatsuune khakhanyoowa kheelamo khari, “Ise indi ano mu khuriiri.” Khakhaandi nakho khari, “Ise indi inyuma we lulwiitsi.” Khe khataru nakho khari, “Ise indi ano mwiitaala.”

When the dog came back, he looked for Nozibele. “Nozibele, where are you?” he shouted. “I’m here, under the bed,” said the first hair. “I’m here, behind the door,” said the second hair. “I’m here, in the kraal,” said the third hair.


Khaangukho, imbwa yaamanya iri Namutosi waakiwomeele. Iryo yaarakho tsindimo yaatima, yaloonda luukyele paka mu shaalo. Ne basaani ba Namutosi baaba nga baakibuliile ni tsisoonyi. Imbwa yashuukha, yenyukhilamo yaatima yeelayo. Ni khukhwoolesa ari sibakibonatsakakho luundi ta.

Then the dog knew that Nozibele had tricked him. So he ran and ran all the way to the village. But Nozibele’s brothers were waiting there with big sticks. The dog turned and ran away and has never been seen since.


Written by: Tessa Welch
Illustrated by: Wiehan de Jager
Translated by: Fabian Wakholi
Language: Lumasaaba
Level: Level 3
Source: Nozibele and the three hairs from African Storybook
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