Ongula yesiku limwe yinakulu yaVusi okwe mu ithana kuye. Okwe mu pe eyi e te mu lombwele ta ti: “Vusi, taamba eyi ndika e to li fala kaakuluntu yoye. Oya hala aniwa okuteleka oshikuki oshinene shohango yamumwanyoko.”
Early one morning Vusi’s granny
called him, “Vusi, please take this
egg to your parents. They want to
make a large cake for your sister’s
wedding.”
Mondjila okuya kaakuluntu ye Vusi okwa tsakaneke uumati wa li tawu likola iiyimati. Okamati kamwe oka kutha ko eyi kuVusi e take li umbile mekota lyomiti. Eyi nolya tatuka.
On his way to his parents, Vusi met
two boys picking fruit. One boy
grabbed the egg from Vusi and shot
it at a tree. The egg broke.
“Owa ningi ngiini ngawo? “Vusi ta pula. “Eyi ndyoka olya li lyoshikuki shohango yomumwameme. Ngashingeyi ota ka tya ngiini ngele opwa kala pwaa na oshikuki shohango.”
“What have you done?” cried Vusi.
“That egg was for a cake. The cake
was for my sister’s wedding. What
will my sister say if there is no
wedding cake?”
Uumati owa li wu uvitile Vusi ohenda sho we mu hindi. “Itatu vulu we okuninga sha kombinga yoshikuki, ashike taamba oshiti shika opo mumwanyoko e ki itsile ko.” Okamati kamwe osho ka ti. Vusi okwa tsikile nondjila ye.
The boys were sorry for teasing
Vusi.
“We can’t help with the cake, but
here is a walking stick for your
sister,” said one.
Vusi continued on his journey.
Mondjila okwa adha mo ishewe aasamane yaali taa tungu ondunda. “Natu longithe po oshiti shoye shoka oshile nawa?” Gumwe osho a pula. Ashike oshiti kasha li sha kola lela nosha teka.
Along the way he met two men
building a house. “Can we use that
strong stick?” asked one.
But the stick was not strong enough
for building, and it broke.
“Owa ningi ngiini ngawo?” Vusi osho a ti neyeme. “Oshiti shoka osho omagano gomumwamemekadhona. Nde shi pewa kaakongi yiiyimati sho ya tatula po eyi lyokuninga oshikuki. Oshikuki shohango yamumwameme. Ngashingeyi kapu na we eyi, kapu na oshikuki no kapu na we omagano. Mumwameme ota ka tya ihe nduno ngiini?”
“What have you done?” cried Vusi.
“That stick was a gift for my sister.
The fruit pickers gave me the stick
because they broke the egg for the
cake. The cake was for my sister’s
wedding. Now there is no egg, no
cake, and no gift. What will my
sister say?”
Aatungi oya li ye eta ohenda sho ya teya oshiti. “Katu na shoka tatu vulu we okuninga kombinga yoshikuki, ashike taamba omwiidhi nguka gwokukumba wu faalele mumwanyoko.” Omulumentu gumwe osho a ti kuye. Vusi okwa tsikile nondjila ye.
The builders were sorry for breaking
the stick.
“We can’t help with the cake, but
here is some thatch for your sister,”
said one.
And so Vusi continued on his
journey.
Mondjila okwa adha mo omunafaalama e na ongombe. “Omwiidhi omwaanawa ngiini ngono, iho pe ndje ko wo ohuto? “Ongombe tayi pula. Omwiidhi ogwa li omutoye unene nongombe oye gu li po sigo ye gu mana po aguhe!
Along the way, Vusi met a farmer
and a cow. “What delicious thatch,
can I have a nibble?” asked the cow.
But the thatch was so tasty that the
cow ate it all!
“Owa ningi ihe ngiini ngawo?” Vusi oshi a ti neyeme. “Omwiidhi ngoka ogwa li omagano gamumwameme. E ga pewa kaatungi sho ya teya oshiti she, nde shi pewa kaakongi yiiyimati. Aakongi yiiyimati oya tatula po eyi lyoshikuki. Oshikuki shohango yamumwameme. Nena kapu na we eyi, kapu na oshikuki, kapu na omagano. Nena mumwameme ota ka tya ihe ngiini?”
“What have you done?” cried Vusi.
“That thatch was a gift for my
sister. The builders gave me the
thatch because they broke the stick
from the fruit pickers. The fruit
pickers gave me the stick because
they broke the egg for my sister’s
cake. The cake was for my sister’s
wedding. Now there is no egg, no
cake, and no gift. What will my
sister say?”
Ongombe oya li yu uvite ohenda sho ya li po omwiidhi nuufukedhi. Omunafaalama okwa zimine opo Vusi a ye nongombe, omagano gomumwayina. Vusi okwa tsikile nondjila ye.
The cow was sorry she was greedy.
The farmer agreed that the cow
could go with Vusi as a gift for his
sister. And so Vusi carried on.
Pethimbo lyuulalelo ongombe oya fadhuka po e tayi shuna komunafaalama. Vusi okwa puka ondjila naasho a ka thika kohango okwa li kwa toka noonkondo. Okwa adha aayenda ya tameka nale okulya.
But the cow ran back to the farmer
at supper time.
And Vusi got lost on his journey.
He arrived very late for his sister’s
wedding. The guests were already
eating.
“Nena otandi ningi ihe ngiini?” Vusi osho a ti neyeme. “Ongombe ndjoka ya fadhuka po oyo ya li omagano nde yi pewa peha lyomwiidhi. Aatungi ya pe ndje omwiidhi sho ya teya po oshiti shoka nda pewa kaakongi yiiyimati. Aakongi yiiyimati ye shi pe ndje sho ya tatula po eyi lyoshikuki. Oshikuki shoka sha li shohango. Nena kapu na we eyi, kapu na oshikuki nokapu na we omagano.”
“What shall I do?” cried Vusi.
“The cow that ran away was a gift,
in return for the thatch the builders
gave me. The builders gave me the
thatch because they broke the stick
from the fruit pickers. The fruit
pickers gave me the stick because
they broke the egg for the cake.
The cake was for the wedding. Now
there is no egg, no cake, and no
gift.”
Omumwayina gwaVusi okwa dhiladhila e ta ti: “Vusi mumwameme, ngame kandi na unene sha nomagano! Itandi ipula wo noshikuki! Atuheni opo tu lyeni mpaka, onda nyanyukwa. Inda wu ka zale oonguwo dhoshituthi e to ya tu tyapuleni esiku ndika!” Na Vusi osho a ningi.
Vusi’s sister thought for a while,
then she said,
“Vusi my brother, I don’t really care
about gifts. I don’t even care about
the cake! We are all here together, I
am happy. Now put on your smart
clothes and let’s celebrate this
day!”
And so that’s what Vusi did.
