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Sakiima did liv wid im pierens dem an im fuor iez uol sista. Dem did liv pan wahn rich man lan. Dem tach ous did de a di en a wahn lain a chrii.
Sakima lived with his parents and his four year old sister.
They lived on a rich man’s land.
Their grass-thatched hut was at the end of a row of trees.
@sakiima @did @liv wid im @pierens dem an im @fuor iez uɔl sista dem @did @liv @pan wan @rich man lan dem @tach ɔus @did de a di en a wã @lain a tʃɹiː
Wen Sakiima a did chrii iez uol, im get sik an im get blain. Sakiima a did wahn talentid bwaai pikni.
When Sakima was three years old, he fell sick and lost his sight.
Sakima was a talented boy.
@wen @sakiima a @did tʃɹiː iez uɔl im @get sɪk an im @get @blain @sakiima a @did wã @talentid @bwaai pikni
Sakiima du uoliip a tingz we ada siks iez uol bwaai pikni kudn du. Far instans, im kuda siddong wid di uol piipl dem fram di vilij an taak bout impuotant mattaz.
Sakima did many things that other six year old boys did not do.
For example, he could sit with older members of the village and discuss important matters.
@sakiima @du huɔliːp a tiŋz @we ada @siks iez uɔl @bwaai pikni kudn̩ @du @far @instans im @kuda @siddong wid di uɔl piːpl̩ dem @fram di @vilij an taːk bɔut impuɔtant @mattaz
Sakiima pierens dem did wok a di rich man yaad. Dem lef out orli inna di maanin an kom bak liet inna di iivlin. Sakiima stie wid im likl sista.
The parents of Sakima worked at the rich man’s house.
They left home early in the morning and returned late in the evening.
Sakima was left with his little sister.
@sakiima @pierens dem @did wok a di @rich man jaːd dem lef @out @orli @inna di maːnin an kom @bak lɪɛt @inna di @iivlin @sakiima stɪɛ wid im likl̩ sista
Sakiima did lov fi sing sang. Wan die im mada aks im se, “A we yu lorn dem song de fram, Sakiima?”
Sakima loved to sing songs.
One day his mother asked him, “Where do you learn these songs from, Sakima?”
@sakiima @did @lov fi sɪŋ saŋ wan dɪɛ im mada @aks im se a @we ju loɹn dem @song de @fram @sakiima
Sakiima ansa se, “Dem jos kom tu mi, mama. Mi ier dem inna mi ed an den mi sing dem.”
Sakima answered, “They just come, mother. I hear them in my head and then I sing.”
@sakiima ansa se dem @jos kom tu mi @mama mi ɪɛɹ dem @inna mi @ed an @den mi sɪŋ dem
Sakiima laik wen im sing fi im likl sista, espeshali, ef shi did fiil onggri. Im sista uda lisn tu im a sing im fievarit sang. Shi wuda tek taim rak tu di myuuzik an it wuda mek shi kaam dong.
Sakima liked to sing for his little sister, especially, if she felt hungry.
His sister would listen to him singing his favourite song.
She would sway to the soothing tune.
@sakiima laɪk @wen im sɪŋ fi im likl̩ sista @espeshali ef @shi @did fiːl @onggri im sista @uda lisn̩ tu im a sɪŋ im @fievarit saŋ @shi @wuda tek taɪm @rak tu di mjuːzik an it @wuda mek @shi @kaam doŋ
“Sing it agen an agen, Sakiima,” im sista wuda beg im se. Sakiima wuda du it an sing it uova an uova agen.
“Can you sing it again and again, Sakima,” his sister would beg him.
Sakima would accept and sing it over and over again.
sɪŋ it agen an agen @sakiima im sista @wuda @beg im se @sakiima @wuda @du it an sɪŋ it @uova an @uova agen
Wan iivlin wen im pierens dem kom bak uom, dem did kwaiyat-kwaiyat. Sakiima did nuo se sopm did rang.
One evening when his parents returned home, they were very quiet.
Sakima knew that there was something wrong.
wan @iivlin @wen im @pierens dem kom @bak uɔm dem @did @kwaiyat-kwaiyat @sakiima @did nuɔ se sopm̩ @did ɹaŋ
“A wa rang mama, papa?” Sakiima aks dem se. Sakiima fain out se di rich man son misn. Di man did fiil bad an laik im neva av nobadi.
“What is wrong, mother, father?” Sakima asked.
Sakima learned that the rich man’s son was missing.
The man was very sad and lonely.
a wa ɹaŋ @mama @papa @sakiima @aks dem se @sakiima faɪn @out se di @rich man @son @misn di man @did fiːl bad an laɪk im @neva @av @nobadi
“Mi kyan sing fiim. Im mait fiil api agen,” Sakiima tel im pierens dem se. Bot im pierens dem neva pie im no main. “Im a wahn rich-rich man. Yu a jos wahn blain bwaai pikni. Yu tingk se yu sang kyan elp im?”
“I can sing for him. He might be happy again,” Sakima told his parents.
But his parents dismissed him.
“He is very rich. You are only a blind boy. Do you think your song will help him?”
mi @kyan sɪŋ @fiim im maɪt fiːl api agen @sakiima tel im @pierens dem se bot im @pierens dem @neva pɪɛ im @no maɪn im a wã @rich-rich man ju a @jos wã @blain @bwaai pikni ju tiŋk se ju saŋ @kyan elp im
Bot Sakiima neva stap. Im likl sista bak im. Shi se, “Sakiima sang dem mek mi fiil beta wen mi onggri. Dem wi mek di rich man fiil beta tu.”
However, Sakima did not give up.
His little sister supported him.
She said, “Sakima’s songs soothe me when I am hungry. They will soothe the rich man too.”
bot @sakiima @neva @stap im likl̩ sista @bak im @shi se @sakiima saŋ dem mek mi fiːl @beta @wen mi @onggri dem wi mek di @rich man fiːl @beta tu
Di neks die, Sakiima aks im likl sista fi kyari im go a di rich man yaad.
The following day, Sakima asked his little sister to lead him to the rich man’s house.
di @neks dɪɛ @sakiima @aks im likl̩ sista fi kjaɹi im @go a di @rich man jaːd
Im stan op anda wahn big winda an staat fi sing im fievarit sang. Likl bai likl yu kuda si di rich man ed staat shuo chuu di big winda.
He stood below one big window and began to sing his favourite song.
Slowly, the head of the rich man began to show through the big window.
im @stan op anda wan @big @winda an staːt fi sɪŋ im @fievarit saŋ likl̩ baɪ likl̩ ju @kuda si di @rich man @ed staːt ʃuɔ tʃuː di @big @winda
Di woka dem stap we dem a du. Dem lisn tu Sakiima nais sang. Bot wan man se, “Nobadi kudn komfat di baas. Da blain bwaai pikni ya tingk se im kyan komfat im?”
The workers stopped what they were doing. They listened to Sakima’s beautiful song.
But one man said, “Nobody has been able to console the boss. Does this blind boy think he will console him?”
di @worka dem @stap @we dem a @du dem lisn̩ tu @sakiima naɪs saŋ bot wan man se @nobadi kudn̩ @komfat di baːs @da @blain @bwaai pikni ja tiŋk se im @kyan @komfat im
Sakiima di don sing im sang an ton roun fi lef. Bot di rich man ori op an se, “Du sing agen.”
Sakima finished singing his song and turned to leave.
But the rich man rushed out and said, “Please sing again.”
@sakiima di @don sɪŋ im saŋ an ton @roun fi lef bot di @rich man @ori op an se @du sɪŋ agen
Siem taim, tuu man kom a kyari sumadi pan wahn schrecha. Dem di fain di rich man son biit op an lef a ruod said.
At that very moment, two men came carrying someone on a stretcher.
They had found the rich man’s son beaten up and left on the side of the road.
sɪɛm taɪm tuː man kom a kjaɹi @sumadi @pan wan @schrecha dem di faɪn di @rich man @son @biit op an lef a ɹuɔd @said
Di rich man did api so til fi siim son agen. Im gi Sakiima a prezent kaaz im did komfat im. Im kyari im son an Sakiima go a aaspital so Sakiima kuda get bak im sait.
The rich man was so happy to see his son again.
He rewarded Sakima for consoling him.
He took his son and Sakima to hospital so Sakima could regain his sight.
di @rich man @did api @so @til fi siːm @son agen im @gi @sakiima a @prezent kaːz im @did @komfat im im kjaɹi im @son an @sakiima @go a @aaspital @so @sakiima @kuda @get @bak im saɪt
Ursula Nafula
Peris Wachuka
Georgette McGlashen
Jamaican Creole
Level 3
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