Tsiku lina, amai anatenga ziphaso.
Siku moja, mama alileta matunda mengi.
“Tipemphako ziphaso” Tinapempha. “Tizadya ziphaso usiku walelo” Anatelo amai.
“Tutakula matunda lini?” tunauliza. “Tutakula matunda leo jioni,” mama anasema.
M’bale wanga Tahim ndiozikonda. Alawa zonse ziphaso. Adya ziphaso zambiri.
Kaka yangu Rahim ni mlafi. Anaonja onja matunda yote. Anakula matunda mengi.
“Onani zimene Rahim anachita!” Anakuwa m’bale wanga wamg’ono. “Rahim ndiwamakani ndi wozikonda” Ndinatelo.
“Angalia Rahim alichokifanya!” mdogo wangu analalamika kwa sauti. “Rahim ni mtundu na mchoyo,” ninasema.
Amai ndiokalipa chifukwa cha Rahim.
Mama amekasirishwa na Rahim.
Naifenso ndife okwiya chifukwa cha Rahim. Koma Rahim sapepesa.
Sisi pia tumekasirishwa na Rahim. Lakini Rahim haombi msamaha.
“Kodi simuzamupasa chilango?” Afunsa m’bale wamng’ono.
“Hutamwadhibu Rahim?” mdogo wangu anauliza.
“Rahim, posachedwa apa, uzachita chisoni”, amuchenjeza amai.
“Rahim, muda si mrefu utajuta,” mama anaonya.
Rahim wayamba kumvela kudwala.
Rahim anaanza kuhisi kuumwa.
“M’mimba mwanga mwayamba kuwawa” awelewetsa Rahim.
“Tumbo langu linauma sana,” Rahim ananong’ona.
Amai anadziwa kuti izi zizachitika. Chipaso chimupasa chilango Rahim!
Mama alijua hili litatokea. Matunda yanamwadhibu Rahim!
Pambuye pake, Rahim apepesa kwa ife. “Sindizakhalanso wazikonda tele,” alonjeza. Ndipo timukhulupirira tonse.
Baadaye, Rahim anatuomba msamaha. “Kamwe sitakuwa mlafi tena,” anaahidi. Na sote tunamwamini.
