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Ukukandwa
Adhabu
Adelheid Marie Bwire
Melany Pietersen
Joseph Mwansa
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Ubushiku bumo bamaayo balikwete ifisabo ifingi.
Siku moja, mama alileta matunda mengi.
Twalipwishe, “Ni lilali tuleelyako ifisabo?” Bamaayo abati, “Tuleelya ifisabo ubushiku.”
“Tutakula matunda lini?” tunauliza. “Tutakula matunda leo jioni,” mama anasema.
Ndume yandi Rahim alifunuka. Aletoma fyonse ifisabo. Alile ifingi.
Kaka yangu Rahim ni mlafi. Anaonja onja matunda yote. Anakula matunda mengi.
“Moneni ifyo Rahim acitile.” kandume yandi kapunda. Nayasuka ati, “Rahim toomfwa kabili aliitemwa.”
“Angalia Rahim alichokifanya!” mdogo wangu analalamika kwa sauti. “Rahim ni mtundu na mchoyo,” ninasema.
Bamaayo balifulilwe Rahim saana.
Mama amekasirishwa na Rahim.
Bonse naifwe twalifulilwe Rahim. Nomba Rahim tasakamene.
Sisi pia tumekasirishwa na Rahim. Lakini Rahim haombi msamaha.
Akamwaice kandi kaipwishe ati, “Tamwamukande Rahim.”
“Hutamwadhibu Rahim?” mdogo wangu anauliza.
Bamaayo bamusokele abati, “Calakubipila nomba line.”
“Rahim, muda si mrefu utajuta,” mama anaonya.
Rahim atampile ukumfwa ukulwala.
Rahim anaanza kuhisi kuumwa.
Rahim atotosha ati, “Ulufumo lwandi lwalakalipa.”
“Tumbo langu linauma sana,” Rahim ananong’ona.
Bamaayo balishibe ukuti ifi filecitika. Ifisabo fileekanda Rahim.
Mama alijua hili litatokea. Matunda yanamwadhibu Rahim!
Panuma, Rahim alombele ubwelelo kuli ifwe. “Nshakafunuke nakabili.”Alaya. Bonse twalimusuminishe.
Baadaye, Rahim anatuomba msamaha. “Kamwe sitakuwa mlafi tena,” anaahidi. Na sote tunamwamini.
Written by: Adelheid Marie Bwire
Illustrated by: Melany Pietersen
Translated by: Joseph Mwansa
