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Anansi and Wisdom Anansi and Wisdom Anansi y la sabiduría

Written by Ghanaian folktale

Illustrated by Wiehan de Jager

Read by Darshan Soni

Language English

Level Level 3

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Long long ago people didn’t know anything. They didn’t know how to plant crops, or how to weave cloth, or how to make iron tools. The god Nyame up in the sky had all the wisdom of the world. He kept it safe in a clay pot.

Long long ago people didn't know anything. They didn't know how to plant crops, or how to weave cloth, or how to make iron tools. The god Nyame up in the sky had all the wisdom of the world. He kept it safe in a clay pot.

Hace mucho, mucho tiempo la gente no sabía nada. No sabían cómo cultivar, o cómo tejer tela, o cómo hacer herramientas de hierro. El dios Nyame arriba en el cielo tenía toda la sabiduría del mundo. La mantenía guardada en una vasija de barro.


One day, Nyame decided that he would give the pot of wisdom to Anansi. Every time Anansi looked in the clay pot, he learned something new. It was so exciting!

One day, Nyame decided that he would give the pot of wisdom to Anansi. Every time Anansi looked in the clay pot, he learned something new. It was so exciting!

Un día, Nyame decidió darle la vasija de sabiduría a Anansi. Cada vez que Anansi se asomaba y miraba dentro de la vasija de barro, aprendía algo nuevo. ¡Qué impresionante!


Greedy Anansi thought, “I’ll keep the pot safe at the top of a tall tree. Then I can have it all to myself!” He spun a long thread, wound it round the clay pot, and tied it to his stomach. He began to climb the tree. But it was hard climbing the tree with the pot bumping him in the knees all the time.

Greedy Anansi thought, "I'll keep the pot safe at the top of a tall tree. Then I can have it all to myself!" He spun a long thread, wound it round the clay pot, and tied it to his stomach. He began to climb the tree. But it was hard climbing the tree with the pot bumping him in the knees all the time.

El codicioso Anansi pensó, “voy a guardar la vasija en la copa de un árbol muy alto. ¡Y será sólo mía!” Hiló un hilo largo, envolvió con él la vasija de barro, y lo ató a su cintura. Empezó a trepar el árbol. Pero se le hacía muy difícil trepar el árbol con la vasija constantemente pegándole en las rodillas.


All the time Anansi’s young son had been standing at the bottom of the tree watching. He said, “Wouldn’t it be easier to climb if you tied the pot to your back instead?” Anansi tried tying the clay pot full of wisdom to his back, and it really was a lot easier.

All the time Anansi's young son had been standing at the bottom of the tree watching. He said, "Wouldn't it be easier to climb if you tied the pot to your back instead?" Anansi tried tying the clay pot full of wisdom to his back, and it really was a lot easier.

Mientras tanto, el hijo pequeño de Anansi lo miraba desde abajo y le dijo, “¿No sería más fácil trepar si te ataras la vasija a tu espalda?” Anansi ató la vasija llena de sabiduría a su espalda y, efectivamente, fue mucho más fácil.


In no time he reached the top of the tree. But then he stopped and thought, “I’m supposed to be the one with all the wisdom, and here my son was cleverer than me!” Anansi was so angry about this that he threw the clay pot down out of the tree.

In no time he reached the top of the tree. But then he stopped and thought, "I'm supposed to be the one with all the wisdom, and here my son was cleverer than me!" Anansi was so angry about this that he threw the clay pot down out of the tree.

En un instante logró llegar a la copa del árbol. Pero entonces se detuvo a pensar: “Se supone que yo soy quien tiene toda la sabiduría, ¡pero mi hijo fue más listo que yo!” Anansi se enojó tanto que lanzó la vasija desde lo alto del árbol.


It smashed into pieces on the ground. The wisdom was free for everyone to share. And that is how people learned to farm, to weave cloth, to make iron tools, and all the other things that people know how to do.

It smashed into pieces on the ground. The wisdom was free for everyone to share. And that is how people learned to farm, to weave cloth, to make iron tools, and all the other things that people know how to do.

Quedó hecha pedazos en el suelo. La sabiduría quedó libre y disponible para todos. Y así fue cómo gente supo cultivar, tejer, hacer herramientas de hierro, y muchas otras cosas más.


Written by: Ghanaian folktale
Illustrated by: Wiehan de Jager
Read by: Darshan Soni
Language: English
Level 3
Source: Anansi and Wisdom from African Storybook
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