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Nyimbo ya Sakima Sakima's song

Written by Ursula Nafula

Illustrated by Peris Wachuka

Translated by Tapiwa k. Sibanda

Language ChiTonga

Level Level 3

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Sakima wakali kukkala abazyali bakwe amucizhyi wakwe wakalaa myaka yone. Bakali kukkala mucibaka camuvwubi. Ŋanda yabo yabwizu yakali kumamanino aamulongo wazyisamu.

Sakima lived with his parents and his four year old sister. They lived on a rich man’s land. Their grass-thatched hut was at the end of a row of trees.


Naakali amyaka yotatwe, Sakima wakaciswa akuleka kubona. Sakima wakali musankwa wakajisi cipego.

When Sakima was three years old, he fell sick and lost his sight. Sakima was a talented boy.


Sakima wakali kucita zyintu zyinji, balo beenzyinyina bamwyaka yakwe nzyibakali kwaalilwa kucita mbuli kukkala abapati-pati bamuminzi akulanganya twaambo tumwi tupati-pati abapati.

Sakima did many things that other six year old boys did not do. For example, he could sit with older members of the village and discuss important matters.


Bazyali ba Sakima bakali kubeleka aŋanda yamuvwubi. Bakali kufwuma kuzwa aŋanda akupiluka kumangolezya. Sakima wakali kucaala aŋanda amusyoonto wakwe musimbi.

The parents of Sakima worked at the rich man’s house. They left home early in the morning and returned late in the evening. Sakima was left with his little sister.


Sakima wakali kuciyanda kwiimba nyimbo. Buzuba bumwi banyina bakamubuzya kuti, “Ino uzyiyiila kuli nyimbo eezyi, Sakima?”

Sakima loved to sing songs. One day his mother asked him, “Where do you learn these songs from, Sakima?”


Sakima wakaingula, “Zyiboola buyo baama. Ndizyimvwa buyo mumutwe, kwamana ndatalika kwiimba.”

Sakima answered, “They just come, mother. I hear them in my head and then I sing.”


Sakima wakali kuyanda kwiimbila musyoonto wakwe musimbi, kapati kuti kamvwide nzala. Musyoonto wakwe wakali kuswiilila kuti Sakima kaimba lwiimbo ndwaakali kuyandisya. Wakali kunyanyaala akaambo kakulumvwa kabotu lwiimbo.

Sakima liked to sing for his little sister, especially, if she felt hungry. His sister would listen to him singing his favourite song. She would sway to the soothing tune.


“Koimba alimwi, Sakima” musyoonto wakwe wakali kulomba. Sakima wakali kuzumina akwiinduluka kwiimba.

“Can you sing it again and again, Sakima,” his sister would beg him. Sakima would accept and sing it over and over again.


Mangolezya amwi bazyali bakwe nobakapiluka kuŋanda, bakali kuumwine kapati. Sakima wakazyiba kuti kuli cilubide.

One evening when his parents returned home, they were very quiet. Sakima knew that there was something wrong.


“Ino ncinzi calubila baama abataata?” wakabuzya Sakima. Sakima wakaambilwa kuti mwanaa muvwubi musankwa wakalisweekede. Aboobo muvwubi wakalendelelwa akuusa kapati.

“What is wrong, mother, father?” Sakima asked. Sakima learned that the rich man’s son was missing. The man was very sad and lonely.


“Inga ndamwiimbila. Ndiza inga wakkomana alimwi.” Sakima wakabaambila bazyali bakwe. Pesi bazyali bakwe bakamukasya. “Uuya ulivwubide. Yebo ulimusankwa biyo uubaide. Uyeeya kuti nyimbo yako inga yagwasya nzi kuli nguwe?”

“I can sing for him. He might be happy again,” Sakima told his parents. But his parents dismissed him. “He is very rich. You are only a blind boy. Do you think your song will help him?”


Nokuba boobo, Sakima taakaleka pe. Musyoonto wakwe musimbi wakamugwasyilizya. Wakati, “Nyimbo zya Sakima zyilanduumbulizya kuti ndilaa nzala. Aboobo amuvwubi zyilakonzya kumuumbulizya.”

However, Sakima did not give up. His little sister supported him. She said, “Sakima’s songs soothe me when I am hungry. They will soothe the rich man too.”


Buzuba bwakatobela, Sakima wakaambila musyoonto wakwe kuti amusindikile kuŋanda yamuvwubi.

The following day, Sakima asked his little sister to lead him to the rich man’s house.


Wakaima ansi ampulungwido akutalika kwiimba lwiimbo ndwaakali kuyandisya. Asyoonto-syoonto, mutwe wamuvwubi wakatalika kulibonya ampulungwido.

He stood below one big window and began to sing his favourite song. Slowly, the head of the rich man began to show through the big window.


Babelesi bakaleka nzyibakali kucita. Bakatalika kuswiilila lwiimbo lwa Sakima lubotu. Umwi musankwa wakati, “Kunyina waakonzya kumuumbulizya uutulela. Ino mwana ooyu ubaide uyeeya kuti inga wacikonzya kumuumbulizhya?”

The workers stopped what they were doing. They listened to Sakima’s beautiful song. But one man said, “Nobody has been able to console the boss. Does this blind boy think he will console him?”


Sakima wakamaninzya kwiimba nyimbo yakwe akunyamuka kuti aunke. Pesi muvwubi wakabalikila anze akwaamba kuti “Ndakomba, koimba alimwi.”

Sakima finished singing his song and turned to leave. But the rich man rushed out and said, “Please sing again.”


Aciindi ncimunya ciya, kwakaboola basankwa bobilo kabanyamwide muntu akalo kabantu bacisidwe. Bakamujana mwanaa muvwubi kumbali aanzila kaumidwe.

At that very moment, two men came carrying someone on a stretcher. They had found the rich man’s son beaten up and left on the side of the road.


Muvwubi wakakkomana kubona mwanaakwe musankwa alimwi. Wakalumbula Sakima akaambo kakumuumbulizya. Wakabweza mwanaakwe musankwa alimwi a Sakima, akuunka kucibbadela, kuya kuzyiba naa Sakima inga wabona alimwi.

The rich man was so happy to see his son again. He rewarded Sakima for consoling him. He took his son and Sakima to hospital so Sakima could regain his sight.


Written by: Ursula Nafula
Illustrated by: Peris Wachuka
Translated by: Tapiwa k. Sibanda
Language: ChiTonga
Level: Level 3
Source: Sakima's song from African Storybook
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