Gaftokko mamman fuduraa bayee argate.
Siku moja, mama alileta matunda mengi.
“Fuduraa yeroo kama nyaachu dandenyaa?” Jenne gafanne. “Fuduraa galgal kana nyanna,” jette harmeen.
“Tutakula matunda lini?” tunauliza. “Tutakula matunda leo jioni,” mama anasema.
Obbolessi ko Rahiim sassatadha. Fuduraa hundaa dhamdhameera. Bayee nyaates.
Kaka yangu Rahim ni mlafi. Anaonja onja matunda yote. Anakula matunda mengi.
“Waan Rahiim godhe ilaali!” jedhe obbolessi koo xinnan. “Rahiim sassatuf kaka’aa dha,” jedhe.
“Angalia Rahim alichokifanya!” mdogo wangu analalamika kwa sauti. “Rahim ni mtundu na mchoyo,” ninasema.
Harmeen bayee Rahiimit aarte.
Mama amekasirishwa na Rahim.
Nutis bayee Rahiimiti aare. Rahiim garu humma iyyu ittihinfakkanne.
Sisi pia tumekasirishwa na Rahim. Lakini Rahim haombi msamaha.
“Rahiim hinadabddu jeechudah?” jedhe obbolessi koo xinnaan.
“Hutamwadhibu Rahim?” mdogo wangu anauliza.
“Rahiim amma kana nigadita,” jetten harmeen.
“Rahim, muda si mrefu utajuta,” mama anaonya.
Rahiima dhukkubu calqabe.
Rahim anaanza kuhisi kuumwa.
“Garaa koo nadhukubee,” jedhe Rahiim.
“Tumbo langu linauma sana,” Rahim ananong’ona.
Harmeen akka kuni ta’u nibeekit turte, Fuduraan Rahiim adabaa jira!
Mama alijua hili litatokea. Matunda yanamwadhibu Rahim!
Boodee, Rahiim dhifamaa nugaafate. “Ani lammata sassatu hinta’u,” jedhe waada gale. Nuhundi keenyaa isa amanne.
Baadaye, Rahim anatuomba msamaha. “Kamwe sitakuwa mlafi tena,” anaahidi. Na sote tunamwamini.
