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‘n Warm Saterdag Ngomunye Umgqibelo Ntambama Kushisa Ngenye Imva Kwemini Eshushu Yangomgqibelo One hot Saturday afternoon

Written by Nombulelo Thabane

Illustrated by Wiehan de Jager

Translated by Fanie Viljoen

Language Afrikaans

Level Level 3

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Dit was ’n baie warm Saterdag in Desember.

Ngu Mgqibelo ntambama, ilanga lalikhipa inhlanzi emanzini.

Yayiyeyona mvakwemini eshushu kakhulu ngoMgqibelo kuDisemba.

It was a very hot Saturday afternoon in December.

“Bontle, Mpho en Lerato, gaan speel buite!” het Ma gesê. “Julle is in my pad.” Ons het uit die huis gehardloop.

“Zanele, Nosipho no Sanele. Phumani niyodlala ngaphandle.” Kusho umama. Nangempela saphuma silandelana.

Wonke umntu wayequmbile. “Bontle noMpho noLerato phumani phandle niyokudlala!” Umama watsho kuthi. “Andinifuni endleleni yam.” Sabaleka saphuma endlwini.

“Bontle and Mpho and Lerato, go out and play!” Mme said to us. “I don’t want you under my feet.” We ran out of the house.

“Kom ons gaan na die rivier toe,” het Lerato gesê. “Dis koeler daar.” “Maar Ma het gesê ons mag nie swem nie,” het Bontle gekeer. “Ons sal nie swem nie,” sê Lerato. “Ons sal net in die water speel.”

Khona manjalo kwezwakala uSanele ethi, “Masihambeni siyodlala ngasemfuleni, kupholile lapho.” “Hhayi-bo! Umama wasitshela kahle ukuthi singayi ukuyobhukuda emfuleni.” Kulanda uZanele. “Ngeke sibhukude, sizozidlalela emthunzini eduze namanzi,” kuphendula uSanele.

“Masiyeni emlanjeni,” watsho uLerato. “Kupholile phaya.” “Kodwa utata wasixelela ukuba singaqubhi emlanjeni,” watsho uBontle. “Asiz’ukuqubha,” waphendula uLerato. “Siza kudlala nje emthunzini ecaleni kwamanzi.”

“Let’s go to the river,” Lerato said. “It’s cooler there.” “But Mme told us not to swim in the river,” said Bontle. “We won’t swim,” answered Lerato. “We’ll just play in the shade next to the water.”

Maar speel maak ’n mens warm, al is jy onder die bome langs die rivier. Eers het ons ons skoene uitgetrek. Maar ons het steeds warm gekry. Toe trek ons ons hemde en rompe uit. Maar ons het steeds warm gekry.

Kodwa nokudlala nako, kufakelana ukushisa noma ungahlala emthunzini eduze nomfula. Saqala ngokukhipha izicathulo kodwa ukushisa kwathi ngikhona. Sakhumula amahembe neziketi, kodwa sasisezwela ukushisa.

Kodwa ukudlala ‘ulibeke’ ngumsebenzi obilisayo, nokuba uphantsi kwemithi ecaleni komlambo. Okokuqala sakhulula izihlangu zethu. Kodwa sasiseshushu. Saza sakhulula iziketi neeblawuzi. Kodwa sasiseshushu.

But playing libeke is hot work, even when you’re under the trees next to the river. First we took off our shoes. But we were still hot. Then we took off our shirts and skirts. But we were still hot.

Ons het ons voete in die water gesit om af te koel. Toe spat ons mekaar nat. Gou was ons sommer sopnat.

Ngokushesha safaka izinyawo zethu emfuleni ukuze sizipholise. Sathelana ngamanzi. Kwagcina ngokuthi sibe manzi te!

Safaka iinyawo zethu emlanjeni ukuzipholisa. Saza satshizana, ngokukhawuleza saba manzi tixi ngamanzi.

We put our feet in the river to cool off. Then we splashed each other. Soon we were soaked with water.

“Ag, komaan! Kom ons swem,” het Mpho gesê. “Ma sal nie weet nie.” Ons het geswem en geswem en van die tyd vergeet.

“Kumnandi bakithi masivele sibhukudeni. Umama ngeke azi,” kusho uNosipho. Sangena emanzini, sashaya amadamudamu sibhukuda kumnandi. Sakhohlwa.

“O-o! Yizani! Masiqubheni,” watsho uMpho. “Utata akasoze ayazi.” Saqubha, saqubha, salibala ngexesha.

“Oh come on! Let’s swim,” said Mpho. “Mme will never know.” We swam and swam and forgot about the time.

Die son het naderhand al gesak. Dit het koeler geword. Waar was ons klere? Ons het onder die bome gesoek. Ons het in die bosse gesoek. Ons het oral gesoek.

Lashona ilanga, saqala sagodola. “Ziphi izingubo zethu?” sibuzana sodwa. Sabheka, sabheka, do!

Ilanga laqalisa ukuya ezantsi, saziva sigodola. Zaziphi iimpahla zethu?

The sun started to go down, and the day began to cool. Where were our clothes?

Naby die rivier het ’n paar koeie op die soet gras gewei. Bontle het opgekyk. “Kyk na daardie koei! Wat is daar in haar mond?” “Sy eet ’n blom,” het Lerato geantwoord.

Safuna phasi kwezihlahla. Ngubo wawula! Safuna esikhotheni, do! Sabheka yonke indawo.

Sakhangela phantsi kwemithi. Sakhangela emahlahleni. Sakhangela kwindawo yonke.

We looked under the trees. We looked on the bushes. We looked everywhere.

“Dit is nie ’n rooi blom nie,” het Mpho geroep. “Dis jou hemp!”

Eduze nomfula kwakunezinkomo zizidlela, ezinye zizetshisela utshani zinanela ubumnandi botshani. Kwathi lapho uZanele ebheka phezulu, “Hhabe! Yini le esemlonyeni wenkomazi?” USanele waphendula ngokunganaki, “Idla imbali ebomvu.” Ngokushesha uNosipho wamemeza, “Hehehe! Bhekisisa, akuyona imbali, ihembe lakho!”

Kwakukho iimazi zeenkomo kufutshane nomlambo, zonwabele ingca enambithekayo. UBontle wajonga phezulu, “Jonga kulaa mazi yenkomo! Yintoni esemlonyeni yayo?” “Itya intyantyambo ebomvu,” wakhwaza uMpho.

There were some cows near the river, enjoying the sweet grass. Bontle looked up, “Look at that cow! What’s in her mouth?” “She’s eating a red flower,” said Lerato. “It’s not a red flower,” shouted Mpho. “It’s your shirt!”

Toe sien ons ’n ander koei wat aan ’n blou ding kou. “Dis my romp!” het Bontle geroep.

Thushu! Nansi enye inkomo, nayo yayihlafuna okuluhlazana okwesibhakabhaka. “Isiketi sami!” kumemeza uZanele.

“Yiblawuzi yakho!” Saza sajonga kwenye imazi yenkomo. Ihlafuna into eblowu. “Sisiketi sam!” watsho uBontle.

We looked at another cow who was chewing something blue. “That’s my skirt!” shouted Bontle.

Ons het uiteindelik bewend in ons onderklere huis toe gegaan. Maar ons het nie net gebewe omdat dit koud was nie. “Dit was die koeie,” het ons gehuil. “Die koeie het ons klere geëet.”

Sizokwenzenjani? Kwakumele siphindele ekhaya. Sahamba ngezimpahla zangaphansi, siqhaqhazela sibheke ekhaya. Sasingasagodoliswa umoya opholile, kodwa sasiqhaqhazeliswa isenzo sezinkomo. Sahamba sikhala, “Izingubo zethu zidliwe izinkomo!”

Saya ekhaya ngeepenti zethu, siqhaqhazela. Kodwa ingasukuba kwakupholile. “Yayiziimazi zenkomo,” Sakhala. “Iimazi zenkomo zitye impahla zethu.”

We went home in our panties, shivering. But not only because it was cool. “It was the cows,” we cried. “The cows ate our clothes.”

Maar het Ma ons geglo? Gou was ons boude baie warm. En dit was nie van die son nie.

Ucabanga ukuthi umama wakholwa yindaba esasixoxa ngezinyembezi? LUTHO! Ngokushesha, izinqe zethu zase zifudunyezwe induku.

Kodwa umama ngaba wasikholelwa? Ngokukhawuleza imizimba yethu yaba shushu kakhulu. Kwaye obo bushushu babungaveli elangeni.

But did Mme believe us? Soon our bottoms were very warm. And it wasn’t from the sun.

Written by: Nombulelo Thabane
Illustrated by: Wiehan de Jager
Translated by: Fanie Viljoen
Language: Afrikaans
Level: Level 3
Source: One hot saturday from African Storybook
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