Tom wanyamuna mabbanana abizwide mucinzuma.
Tom carries a tray of ripe bananas.
Tom waunka kumusyika kukusambala mabbanana.
Tom goes to the market to sell bananas.
Bantu kumusyika baula michelo.
People at the market are buying fruit.
Pesi kunyina uula mabbanana akwe Tom. Balombozya kuula micelo kuli bamakaintu.
But no one is buying
Tom’s bananas.
They prefer to buy fruit from women.
“Muminzi yesu mbaamakaintu balo basambala michelo,” bantu baamba. “Mwaalumi wamusyobo nzi ooyu?” bantu babuzya.
“In our community, only women sell fruit,” people say. “What kind of a man is this?” people ask.
Tom taakatyompwa. Wakaita “Kamuula mabbanana angu! Kamuula mabbanana angu abizwide alimwi alweela!”
But Tom does not give up.
He calls, “Buy my bananas!
Buy my sweet ripe bananas!”
Umwi mukaintu wakanyamuna mabbanana kugusya mucinzuma. Waalangisisya mabbanana.
One woman picks up a bunch of bananas from the tray.
She looks at the bananas carefully.
Mukaintu ulaula ma bbanana.
The woman buys the bananas.
Bantu banji balasika ku cintoolo cha Tom kuula ma bbanana akwaalya.
More people come to the stall.
They buy Tom’s bananas and eat them.
Mukaindi kaniini, cinzuma Cha Tom cinyina ma bbanana. Tom wabala mali ngaajana kwiinda mukusambala.
Soon, the tray is empty.
Tom counts the money he earned.
Kwamana, Tom waula nsipa, ccukela alimwi aa cinkwa. Wabikka zyintu eezyi mucinzuma cakwe.
Then Tom buys soap, sugar, and bread.
He puts the things in his tray.
Tom watukka cinzuma amutwe akuunka kuŋanda.
Tom balances the tray on his head and goes home.
