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Siku moja, mama alileta matunda mengi.
Siku moja, mama alileta matunda mengi.
“Tutakula matunda lini?” tunauliza. “Tutakula matunda leo jioni,” mama anasema.
“Tutakula matunda lini?” tunauliza. “Tutakula matunda leo jioni,” mama anasema.
Kaka yangu Rahim ni mlafi. Anaonja onja matunda yote. Anakula matunda mengi.
Kaka yangu Rahim ni mlafi. Anaonja onja matunda yote. Anakula matunda mengi.
“Angalia Rahim alichokifanya!” mdogo wangu analalamika kwa sauti. “Rahim ni mtundu na mchoyo,” ninasema.
“Angalia Rahim alichokifanya!” mdogo wangu analalamika kwa sauti. “Rahim ni mtundu na mchoyo,” ninasema.
Mama amekasirishwa na Rahim.
Mama amekasirishwa na Rahim.
Sisi pia tumekasirishwa na Rahim. Lakini Rahim haombi msamaha.
Sisi pia tumekasirishwa na Rahim. Lakini Rahim haombi msamaha.
“Hutamwadhibu Rahim?” mdogo wangu anauliza.
“Hutamwadhibu Rahim?” mdogo wangu anauliza.
“Rahim, muda si mrefu utajuta,” mama anaonya.
“Rahim, muda si mrefu utajuta,” mama anaonya.
Rahim anaanza kuhisi kuumwa.
Rahim anaanza kuhisi kuumwa.
“Tumbo langu linauma sana,” Rahim ananong’ona.
“Tumbo langu linauma sana,” Rahim ananong’ona.
Mama alijua hili litatokea. Matunda yanamwadhibu Rahim!
Mama alijua hili litatokea. Matunda yanamwadhibu Rahim!
Baadaye, Rahim anatuomba msamaha. “Kamwe sitakuwa mlafi tena,” anaahidi. Na sote tunamwamini.
Baadaye, Rahim anatuomba msamaha. “Kamwe sitakuwa mlafi tena,” anaahidi. Na sote tunamwamini.
Written by: Adelheid Marie Bwire
Illustrated by: Melany Pietersen
Translated by: Monica Shank Lauwo, Lauwo George
Read by: Lauwo George
