“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?”
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.
Karra gubbati namoota lama kan mana ijaaru arge. “Mukka cimaa kana ittifayadamu dandegna,” jedhe gafate tokko. Garuu mukkicha cimaa hinturre ni caphe.
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.
“Mal gotee?” jedge Vusiin. “Siinqeen suni obboletti kootif kenna dha. Siinqee kana namoota fudraa gurutu nakenne. Sababin isaas kille kiyya waan caphsanif. Keekiin cidhaa obboleti kiyyaf ture. Amma garu, killen hinjiruu, keekiin hinjiriuu, kennanis hinjoruu. Obboletin ko mal nanjet?”
“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?”
Jarii mana ijartu killee jabsu isaantin dhifama gafatan. “Waa’ee keekii homaa gochuu hindandenyuu garu nama mana ajeru sinif kennina,” jedhe tokkon isaani. Kanafuu Vusi imala isaa ittifufee.
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.
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!
“Malgoote?” jedhe gaafate Vusiin. “Qacan suni obboletti kootif kenna ture. Qaca kana namoota mana ijaarutu nakennee sababini isaas sinqee warri fuduraa guri nakenne narra cabsan. Jarri fudura guru wan killee narra cabsaniif sinqee kana nakennani. Keekiin cidhaa obboletti kiyyaf ture. Amma garu, killen hinjiruu, keekiin hinjiriuu, kennanis hinjoruu. Obboletin ko mal nanjet?”
“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?”
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.
Sa’atiin garuu gara yeroodhuma san gara abba issheti deebite. Vusini gara wallaale. Cidha obboletti isaatif ture.
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.
“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.”
Obboleetin Vusi yaadde akan jette, Vusin obbolessa kiya, ani waa’ee kennaa bayee hindhphadhu. waa’ee keekiis akkanuma. Hundi kenyaa as jirraa ani bayee gammadeera. Uffataa kee bareeda uffadhuti guyyaa kana hakanjnu.” Vusinis akkasuma godhe.
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.
