Umunsi umwe, mama yabonye/yarafite imbuto nyinshi.
Siku moja, mama alileta matunda mengi.
“Niryari twafata imbuto?” turabaza. “Turaza kurya imbuto ninjoro,” mama aravuga.
“Tutakula matunda lini?” tunauliza. “Tutakula matunda leo jioni,” mama anasema.
Musaza wange Rahim ni igisambo. Yariye imbuto zose. Yariye nyinshi muri zo.
Kaka yangu Rahim ni mlafi. Anaonja onja matunda yote. Anakula matunda mengi.
“Reba ibyo Rahim yakoze!” musaza wange muto arasakuza. “Rahim yitwara nabi aranikunda,” ndavuga.
“Angalia Rahim alichokifanya!” mdogo wangu analalamika kwa sauti. “Rahim ni mtundu na mchoyo,” ninasema.
Mama arakarira Rahim.
Mama amekasirishwa na Rahim.
Natwe turakarira Rahim. Ariko Rahim ntacyo byari bimubwiye.
Sisi pia tumekasirishwa na Rahim. Lakini Rahim haombi msamaha.
“Ntago ugiye guhana Rahim?” murumuna muto arabaza.
“Hutamwadhibu Rahim?” mdogo wangu anauliza.
“Rahim, mukanya uricuza,” mama aramuburira.
“Rahim, muda si mrefu utajuta,” mama anaonya.
Rahim atangira kurwara.
Rahim anaanza kuhisi kuumwa.
“Ninda yange irimo kumbabaza cyane,” Rahim arongorera.
“Tumbo langu linauma sana,” Rahim ananong’ona.
Mama yarazi ko ibi byari bube. Imputo irimo guhana Rahim!
Mama alijua hili litatokea. Matunda yanamwadhibu Rahim!
Nyuma, Rahim adusaba imbabazi. “Sinzongera kkuba igisambo ukundi,” aradusezeranya. Kandi twese turamwizera.
Baadaye, Rahim anatuomba msamaha. “Kamwe sitakuwa mlafi tena,” anaahidi. Na sote tunamwamini.
Adelheid Marie Bwire
Melany Pietersen
Patrick Munyurangabo
Kinyarwanda
Level 2
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