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ኣናንሲን ጥበብን Anansi and Wisdom

Written by Ghanaian folktale

Illustrated by Wiehan de Jager

Translated by Daniel Berhane Habte

Language Tigrinya

Level Level 3

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ቅድሚ ነዊሕ ዘመን ሰባት ዋላሓደ ኣይፈልጡን ነበሩ። ናይ ኣዝርእቲ ምብቋል፡ ክዳውንቲ ምስፋይ ኮነ ምቕጥቃጥ ሓጺን ኣፍልጦ ኣይነበሮምን። ኵሉ እቲ ጥበብ ናይ ዓለም ምስቲ ኣብ ሰማይ ዝነብር ኣምላኽ ንያመ ጥራይ ነበረ። ንሱ ነቲ ጥበብ ኣብ ሓንቲ ናይ ካይላ ዕትሮ ብስቱር ዓቂብዎ ነበረ።

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.

ሓደ መዓልቲ፡ ንያመ ነታ ናይ ጥበብ ዕትሮ ንኣናንሲ ክህቦ ወሰነ። ኵሉ ግዜ ኣናንሲ ነታ ናይ ካይላ ዕትሮ ኣብ ዝርኣየላ ግዜ፡ ገለ ሓድሽ ነገር ይምሃር ነበረ። ዘደንቕ እዩ!

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!

ስሱዕ ኣናንሲ፡ “ነዛ ዕትሮ ኣብ ጫፍ ናይዚ ነዊሕ ገረብ ብስቱር ክዕቅባ እየ። ሽዑ ንዓይ ጥራይ ትኸውን።” ኢሉ ሓሰበ። ሓደ ነዊሕ ሃሪ ኣሊሙ፡ ኣብታ ናይ ካይላ ዕትሮ ኣሲሩ ኣብ ዙርያ ናይ ከብዱ ጠምጠሞ። ናብታ ገረብ ክድይብ ጀመረ። ግና እታ ዕትሮ ኣብ ብርኩ ደጋጊማ እናሃረመት ናብቲ ላዕሊ ምድያብ ኣጸገመቶ።

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.

እዚ ኵሉ ክገብር ከሎ፡ ንእሽቶ ወዱ ንኣናንሲ ኣብ ትሕቲ’ታ ገረብ ደው ኢሉ ይከታተሎ ነበረ። ከምዚ ድማ በሎ፡ “ምድያብ ክቐለልካስ ነዛ ዕትሮ እንተትሓዝላ’ዶ ኣይምሓሸን?” ኣናንሲ ነታ ጥበብ ዝመልአት ዕትሮ ክሓዝላ ፈተነ፡ ብሓቂ ድማ ኣዝዩ ዝቐለለ ዀነ።

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.

ብሓጺር ግዜ ጫፍ ናይታ ገረብ በጽሐ። ግና ሽዑ ደው ኢሉ ሓሰበ፡ “ኣነ እየ እቲ ዝለበመ ሰብ ክኸውን ዝግበኣኒ ዝነበረ፡ እንተዀነ ግዳ እነሆለ ‘ዝ ወደይ ካባይ ዝበልሕ ኮይኑ!” ኣናንሲ ኣዝዩ ተቘጢዑ ነታ ናይ ካይላ ዕትሮ ካብ ጫፍ ናይታ ገረብ ንታሕቲ ደርበያ።

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.

ኣብቲ መሬት ሕምሽሽ ኢላ ተሰባበረት። እቲ ጥበብ ብነጻ ንዅሉ ሰብ ከምዝባጻሕ ኰነ። በዚ ድማ እዮም ሰባት ነቲ ኵሉ ሕጂ መሊኾሞ ዘለዉ ጥበባት ከም ሕርሻ፡ ምስፋይ ክዳውንቲ፡ ምቕጥቃጥ ሓጺን ኰነ ካልእ ጥበባት ክፈልጡ ዝኸኣሉ።

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.

Written by: Ghanaian folktale
Illustrated by: Wiehan de Jager
Translated by: Daniel Berhane Habte
Language: Tigrinya
Level: Level 3
Source: Anansi and Wisdom from African Storybook
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