Bumwi buzuba, baama bakaleta michelo minji.
One day, mama got a lot of fruit.
“Tulailya ciindi nzi micelo?” Twakabuzya. “Tulailya masiku” bakavwiila baama.
“When can we have some fruit?” we ask.
“We will have the fruit tonight,” says mama.
Musyoonto wangu Rahim mulyato. Walabila michelo yoonse. Ulalya michelo minji.
My brother Rahim is greedy. He tastes all the fruit. He eats a lot of it.
“Langa nzyaacita Rahim!” wakoompolola musyoonto wangu. Ndakati “Rahim tamvwi alimwi ulaliyanda.”
“Look at what Rahim did!” shouts my little brother.
“Rahim is naughty and selfish,” I say.
Baama balinyemede akaambo ka Rahim.
Mother is angry with Rahim.
Aswebo tulinyemede. Pesi Rahim talilekeleli.
We are also angry with Rahim. But Rahim is not sorry.
“Sena tamukoomupa cisubulo Rahim?” Wabuzya musyoonto wangu.
“Aren’t you going to punish Rahim?” asks little brother.
“Rahim, lino-lino ulausa,” bakacenjezya baama.
“Rahim, soon you will be sorry,” warns mama.
Rahim watalika kulimvwa kuciswa.
Rahim starts to feel sick.
“Mwida mulacisa,” waamba Rahim cakupetekezya.
“My tummy is so sore,” whispers Rahim.
Baama balizyi kuti eeci cilacitika. Muchelo wamusubula Rahim.
Mama knew this would happen. The fruit is punishing Rahim!
Nikwakainda ciindi, Rahim wakalilekelela. “Nsekainduluki kuba mulyato alimwi,” wakasyomenzya. Toonse twakamusyoma.
Later, Rahim says sorry to us. “I will never be so greedy again,” he promises.
And we all believe him.
