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Grandma’s bananas Grandma's bananas ˈɡɹændˌmɑz bəˈnænəz

Written by Ursula Nafula

Illustrated by Catherine Groenewald

Read by Darshan Soni

Language English

Level Level 4

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Grandma’s garden was wonderful, full of sorghum, millet, and cassava. But best of all were the bananas. Although Grandma had many grandchildren, I secretly knew that I was her favourite. She invited me often to her house. She also told me little secrets. But there was one secret she did not share with me: where she ripened bananas.

Grandma's garden was wonderful, full of sorghum, millet, and cassava. But best of all were the bananas. Although Grandma had many grandchildren, I secretly knew that I was her favourite. She invited me often to her house. She also told me little secrets. But there was one secret she did not share with me: where she ripened bananas.

ˈɡɹændˌmɑz ˈɡɑɹdən ˈwɑz ˈwəndɝfəɫ ˈfʊɫ ˈəv ˈsɔɹɡəm ˈmɪɫət ˈænd @cassava ˈbət ˈbɛst ˈəv ˈɔɫ ˈwɝ ˈðə bəˈnænəz ˌɔɫˈðoʊ ˈɡɹændmɑ ˈhæd ˈmɛni ˈɡɹænˌtʃɪɫdɹən ˈaɪ ˈsikɹɪtɫi ˈnju ˈðæt ˈaɪ ˈwɑz ˈhɝ ˈfeɪvɝɪt ˈʃi ˌɪnˈvaɪtəd ˈmi ˈɔfən ˈtu ˈhɝ ˈhaʊs ˈʃi ˈɔɫsoʊ ˈtoʊɫd ˈmi ˈɫɪtəɫ ˈsikɹəts ˈbət ˈðɛɹ ˈwɑz ˈwən ˈsikɹət ˈʃi ˈdɪd ˈnɑt ˈʃɛɹ ˈwɪð ˈmi ˈhwɛɹ ˈʃi ˈɹaɪpənd bəˈnænəz


One day I saw a big straw basket placed in the sun outside Grandma’s house. When I asked what it was for, the only answer I got was, “It’s my magic basket.” Next to the basket, there were several banana leaves that Grandma turned from time to time. I was curious. “What are the leaves for, Grandma?” I asked. The only answer I got was, “They are my magic leaves.”

One day I saw a big straw basket placed in the sun outside Grandma's house. When I asked what it was for, the only answer I got was, "It's my magic basket." Next to the basket, there were several banana leaves that Grandma turned from time to time. I was curious. "What are the leaves for, Grandma?" I asked. The only answer I got was, "They are my magic leaves."

ˈwən ˈdeɪ ˈaɪ ˈsɔ ˈeɪ ˈbɪɡ ˈstɹɔ ˈbæskət ˈpɫeɪst ˈɪn ˈðə ˈsən ˈaʊtˈsaɪd ˈɡɹændˌmɑz ˈhaʊs ˈhwɛn ˈaɪ ˈæskt ˈhwət ˈɪt ˈwɑz ˈfɔɹ ˈðə ˈoʊnɫi ˈænsɝ ˈaɪ ˈɡɑt ˈwɑz ˈɪts ˈmaɪ ˈmædʒɪk ˈbæskət ˈnɛks ˈtu ˈðə ˈbæskət ˈðɛɹ ˈwɝ ˈsɛvɝəɫ bəˈnænə ˈɫivz ˈðæt ˈɡɹændmɑ ˈtɝnd ˈfɹəm ˈtaɪm ˈtu ˈtaɪm ˈaɪ ˈwɑz ˈkjʊɹiəs ˈhwət ˈɑɹ ˈðə ˈɫivz ˈfɔɹ ˈɡɹændmɑ ˈaɪ ˈæskt ˈðə ˈoʊnɫi ˈænsɝ ˈaɪ ˈɡɑt ˈwɑz ˈðeɪ ˈɑɹ ˈmaɪ ˈmædʒɪk ˈɫivz


It was so interesting watching Grandma, the bananas, the banana leaves and the big straw basket. But Grandma sent me off to my mother on an errand. “Grandma, please, let me watch as you prepare…” “Don’t be stubborn, child, do as you are told,” she insisted. I took off running.

It was so interesting watching Grandma, the bananas, the banana leaves and the big straw basket. But Grandma sent me off to my mother on an errand. "Grandma, please, let me watch as you prepare..." "Don't be stubborn, child, do as you are told," she insisted. I took off running.

ˈɪt ˈwɑz ˈsoʊ ˈɪntɝəstɪŋ ˈwɑtʃɪŋ ˈɡɹændmɑ ˈðə bəˈnænəz ˈðə bəˈnænə ˈɫivz ˈænd ˈðə ˈbɪɡ ˈstɹɔ ˈbæskət ˈbət ˈɡɹændmɑ ˈsɛnt ˈmi ˈɔf ˈtu ˈmaɪ ˈməðɝ ˈɑn ˈæn ˈɛɹənd ˈɡɹændmɑ ˈpɫiz ˈɫɛt ˈmi ˈwɑtʃ ˈæz ˈju pɹiˈpɛɹ ˈdoʊn ˈbi ˈstəbɝn ˈtʃaɪɫd ˈdu ˈæz ˈju ˈɑɹ ˈtoʊɫd ˈʃi ˌɪnˈsɪstəd ˈaɪ ˈtʊk ˈɔf ˈɹənɪŋ


When I returned, Grandma was sitting outside but with neither the basket nor the bananas. “Grandma, where is the basket, where are all the bananas, and where…” But the only answer I got was, “They are in my magic place.” It was so disappointing!

When I returned, Grandma was sitting outside but with neither the basket nor the bananas. "Grandma, where is the basket, where are all the bananas, and where..." But the only answer I got was, "They are in my magic place." It was so disappointing!

ˈhwɛn ˈaɪ ɹiˈtɝnd ˈɡɹændmɑ ˈwɑz ˈsɪtɪŋ ˈaʊtˈsaɪd ˈbət ˈwɪð ˈnaɪðɝ ˈðə ˈbæskət ˈnɔɹ ˈðə bəˈnænəz ˈɡɹændmɑ ˈhwɛɹ ˈɪz ˈðə ˈbæskət ˈhwɛɹ ˈɑɹ ˈɔɫ ˈðə bəˈnænəz ˈænd ˈhwɛɹ ˈbət ˈðə ˈoʊnɫi ˈænsɝ ˈaɪ ˈɡɑt ˈwɑz ˈðeɪ ˈɑɹ ˈɪn ˈmaɪ ˈmædʒɪk ˈpɫeɪs ˈɪt ˈwɑz ˈsoʊ ˌdɪsəˈpɔɪnɪŋ


Two days later, Grandma sent me to fetch her walking stick from her bedroom. As soon as I opened the door, I was welcomed by the strong smell of ripening bananas. In the inner room was grandma’s big magic straw basket. It was well hidden by an old blanket. I lifted it and sniffed that glorious smell.

Two days later, Grandma sent me to fetch her walking stick from her bedroom. As soon as I opened the door, I was welcomed by the strong smell of ripening bananas. In the inner room was grandma's big magic straw basket. It was well hidden by an old blanket. I lifted it and sniffed that glorious smell.

ˈtu ˈdeɪz ˈɫeɪtɝ ˈɡɹændmɑ ˈsɛnt ˈmi ˈtu ˈfɛtʃ ˈhɝ ˈwɔkɪŋ ˈstɪk ˈfɹəm ˈhɝ ˈbɛˌdɹum ˈæz ˈsun ˈæz ˈaɪ ˈoʊpənd ˈðə ˈdɔɹ ˈaɪ ˈwɑz ˈwɛɫkəmd ˈbaɪ ˈðə ˈstɹɔŋ ˈsmɛɫ ˈəv ˈɹaɪpənɪŋ bəˈnænəz ˈɪn ˈðə ˈɪnɝ ˈɹum ˈwɑz ˈɡɹændˌmɑz ˈbɪɡ ˈmædʒɪk ˈstɹɔ ˈbæskət ˈɪt ˈwɑz ˈwɛɫ ˈhɪdən ˈbaɪ ˈæn ˈoʊɫd ˈbɫæŋkət ˈaɪ ˈɫɪftəd ˈɪt ˈænd ˈsnɪft ˈðæt ˈɡɫɔɹiəs ˈsmɛɫ


Grandma’s voice startled me when she called, “What are you doing? Hurry up and bring me the stick.” I hurried out with her walking stick. “What are you smiling about?” Grandma asked. Her question made me realise that I was still smiling at the discovery of her magic place.

Grandma's voice startled me when she called, "What are you doing? Hurry up and bring me the stick." I hurried out with her walking stick. "What are you smiling about?" Grandma asked. Her question made me realise that I was still smiling at the discovery of her magic place.

ˈɡɹændˌmɑz ˈvɔɪs ˈstɑɹtəɫd ˈmi ˈhwɛn ˈʃi ˈkɔɫd ˈhwət ˈɑɹ ˈju ˈduɪŋ ˈhɝi ˈəp ˈænd ˈbɹɪŋ ˈmi ˈðə ˈstɪk ˈaɪ ˈhɝid ˈaʊt ˈwɪð ˈhɝ ˈwɔkɪŋ ˈstɪk ˈhwət ˈɑɹ ˈju ˈsmaɪɫɪŋ əˈbaʊt ˈɡɹændmɑ ˈæskt ˈhɝ ˈkwɛstʃən ˈmeɪd ˈmi ˈɹiəˌɫaɪz ˈðæt ˈaɪ ˈwɑz ˈstɪɫ ˈsmaɪɫɪŋ ˈæt ˈðə ˌdɪsˈkəvɹi ˈəv ˈhɝ ˈmædʒɪk ˈpɫeɪs


The following day when grandma came to visit my mother, I rushed to her house to check the bananas once more. There was a bunch of very ripe ones. I picked one and hid it in my dress. After covering the basket again, I went behind the house and quickly ate it. It was the sweetest banana I had ever tasted.

The following day when grandma came to visit my mother, I rushed to her house to check the bananas once more. There was a bunch of very ripe ones. I picked one and hid it in my dress. After covering the basket again, I went behind the house and quickly ate it. It was the sweetest banana I had ever tasted.

ˈðə ˈfɑɫoʊɪŋ ˈdeɪ ˈhwɛn ˈɡɹændmɑ ˈkeɪm ˈtu ˈvɪzɪt ˈmaɪ ˈməðɝ ˈaɪ ˈɹəʃt ˈtu ˈhɝ ˈhaʊs ˈtu ˈtʃɛk ˈðə bəˈnænəz ˈwəns ˈmɔɹ ˈðɛɹ ˈwɑz ˈeɪ ˈbəntʃ ˈəv ˈvɛɹi ˈɹaɪp ˈwənz ˈaɪ ˈpɪkt ˈwən ˈænd ˈhɪd ˈɪt ˈɪn ˈmaɪ ˈdɹɛs ˈæftɝ ˈkəvɝɪŋ ˈðə ˈbæskət əˈɡeɪn ˈaɪ ˈwɛnt bɪˈhaɪnd ˈðə ˈhaʊs ˈænd ˈkwɪkɫi ˈeɪt ˈɪt ˈɪt ˈwɑz ˈðə ˈswitəst bəˈnænə ˈaɪ ˈhæd ˈɛvɝ ˈteɪstɪd


The following day, when grandma was in the garden picking vegetables, I sneaked in and peered at the bananas. Nearly all were ripe. I couldn’t help taking a bunch of four. As I tiptoed towards the door, I heard grandma coughing outside. I just managed to hide the bananas under my dress and walked past her.

The following day, when grandma was in the garden picking vegetables, I sneaked in and peered at the bananas. Nearly all were ripe. I couldn't help taking a bunch of four. As I tiptoed towards the door, I heard grandma coughing outside. I just managed to hide the bananas under my dress and walked past her.

ˈðə ˈfɑɫoʊɪŋ ˈdeɪ ˈhwɛn ˈɡɹændmɑ ˈwɑz ˈɪn ˈðə ˈɡɑɹdən ˈpɪkɪŋ ˈvɛdʒtəbəɫz ˈaɪ ˈsnikt ˈɪn ˈænd ˈpɪɹd ˈæt ˈðə bəˈnænəz ˈnɪɹɫi ˈɔɫ ˈwɝ ˈɹaɪp ˈaɪ ˈkʊdən ˈhɛɫp ˈteɪkɪŋ ˈeɪ ˈbəntʃ ˈəv ˈfɔɹ ˈæz ˈaɪ ˈtɪpˌtoʊd ˈtɔɹdz ˈðə ˈdɔɹ ˈaɪ ˈhɝd ˈɡɹændmɑ ˈkɑfɪŋ ˈaʊtˈsaɪd ˈaɪ ˈdʒəst ˈmænədʒd ˈtu ˈhaɪd ˈðə bəˈnænəz ˈəndɝ ˈmaɪ ˈdɹɛs ˈænd ˈwɔkt ˈpæst ˈhɝ


The following day was market day. Grandma woke up early. She always took ripe bananas and cassava to sell at the market. I did not hurry to visit her that day. But I could not avoid her for long.

The following day was market day. Grandma woke up early. She always took ripe bananas and cassava to sell at the market. I did not hurry to visit her that day. But I could not avoid her for long.

ˈðə ˈfɑɫoʊɪŋ ˈdeɪ ˈwɑz ˈmɑɹkət ˈdeɪ ˈɡɹændmɑ ˈwoʊk ˈəp ˈɝɫi ˈʃi ˈɔɫˌweɪz ˈtʊk ˈɹaɪp bəˈnænəz ˈænd @cassava ˈtu ˈsɛɫ ˈæt ˈðə ˈmɑɹkət ˈaɪ ˈdɪd ˈnɑt ˈhɝi ˈtu ˈvɪzɪt ˈhɝ ˈðæt ˈdeɪ ˈbət ˈaɪ ˈkʊd ˈnɑt əˈvɔɪd ˈhɝ ˈfɔɹ ˈɫɔŋ


Later that evening I was called by my mother and father, and Grandma. I knew why. That night as I lay down to sleep, I knew I could never steal again, not from grandma, not from my parents, and certainly not from anyone else.

Later that evening I was called by my mother and father, and Grandma. I knew why. That night as I lay down to sleep, I knew I could never steal again, not from grandma, not from my parents, and certainly not from anyone else.

ˈɫeɪtɝ ˈðæt ˈivnɪŋ ˈaɪ ˈwɑz ˈkɔɫd ˈbaɪ ˈmaɪ ˈməðɝ ˈænd ˈfɑðɝ ˈænd ˈɡɹændmɑ ˈaɪ ˈnju ˈhwaɪ ˈðæt ˈnaɪt ˈæz ˈaɪ ˈɫeɪ ˈdaʊn ˈtu ˈsɫip ˈaɪ ˈnju ˈaɪ ˈkʊd ˈnɛvɝ ˈstiɫ əˈɡeɪn ˈnɑt ˈfɹəm ˈɡɹændmɑ ˈnɑt ˈfɹəm ˈmaɪ ˈpɛɹənts ˈænd ˈsɝtənɫi ˈnɑt ˈfɹəm ˈɛniˌwən ˈɛɫs


Written by: Ursula Nafula
Illustrated by: Catherine Groenewald
Read by: Darshan Soni
Language: English
Level 4
Source: Grandma's bananas from African Storybook
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