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Anansi na hekima Anansi and Wisdom Anansi na Ukwiluka

Written by Ghanaian folktale

Illustrated by Wiehan de Jager

Translated by Mutugi Kamundi

Read by Lauwo George

Language Kiswahili

Level Level 3

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Hapo zamani za kale, watu hawakujua chochote. Hawakujua kupanda mimea, hawakujua kushona nguo, wala hawakujua kuunda zana za chuma. Nyame, mungu aliyekuwa mbinguni, ndiye aliyekuwa mwenye hekima zote za dunia. Alihifadhi hekima hiyo kwenye chungu cha udongo.

Long long ago people didn’t know anything. They didn’t know how to plant crops, or how to weave cloth, or how to make iron tools. The god Nyame up in the sky had all the wisdom of the world. He kept it safe in a clay pot.

Munshita yakale abantu tabaishibe nangu cimo. Tabaishibe ifyakubyala ifilimwa nangu ukupikula, ne fyakupanga amasembe. Lesa Nyambe uwali mumulu umutali ewakwete ukwiluka konse mucalo. Akusungilile munongo.


Siku moja, Nyame aliamua kumpa Anansi chungu hicho cha hekima. Kila Anansi alipotazama ndani ya chungu cha udongo, alijifunza jambo jipya. Alifurahi sana!

One day, Nyame decided that he would give the pot of wisdom to Anansi. Every time Anansi looked in the clay pot, he learned something new. It was so exciting!

Bushiku bumo, Nyambe atile apele impoto yakwiluka kuli Anansi. aCilanshita Anansi alelolesha munongo, alesambililamo icintu cimo icipya. Cali icakusansamusha sana.


Anansi mlafi alinong’ona moyoni, “Nitakificha chungu hiki juu ya mti mrefu ili nikifaidi mwenyewe.” Akasokota uzi mrefu na kuuzungusha kwenye chungu. Kisha, akajifunga tumboni. Akaanza kupanda kwenye mti. Lakini ilikuwa vigumu kupanda kwenye mti huku chungu kikimgonga magotini kila mara.

Greedy Anansi thought, “I’ll keep the pot safe at the top of a tall tree. Then I can have it all to myself!” He spun a long thread, wound it round the clay pot, and tied it to his stomach. He began to climb the tree. But it was hard climbing the tree with the pot bumping him in the knees all the time.

Ukuitemwa kwakwa Anansi atontokanya ati, “Nalasunga impoto bwino pamulu wacimuti. Pankuti ibefye yandi neka!” Epakupomba intambo iitaki kunongo nokuikaka pamala. Efyo ayambile ukunina icimuti. Nomba cali icayafya ukunina icimuti nempoto, yalemupunka mumakufi cilanshita.


Wakati huo wote, mwanawe alikuwa amesimama chini ya ule mti akimtazama baba yake. Akamwambia, “Baba, si ingekuwa rahisi kupanda endapo ungekifungia chungu mgongoni?” Basi Anansi akajaribu kukifungia chungu kilichojaa hekima mgongoni mwake, na kweli ikawa rahisi zaidi.

All the time Anansi’s young son had been standing at the bottom of the tree watching. He said, “Wouldn’t it be easier to climb if you tied the pot to your back instead?” Anansi tried tying the clay pot full of wisdom to his back, and it really was a lot easier.

Inshita yonse iyi, umwana umulumendo uwakwa Anansi aliminine mwisamba lyamuti aletamba. Epakusosa ati, “bushe tacayangukepo ngacakuti mwaka impoto panuma?” Efyo Anansi aeseshe ukukaka inongo panuma nokwanguka cayanguka.


Punde tu alipofika juu ya mti, aliwaza, “Natakiwa kuwa ndiye mwenye hekima zote, lakini hapa mwanangu ndiye mwenye akili kuliko mimi.” Anansi alikasirishwa sana kiasi kwamba alikitupa kile chungu chini ya mti.

In no time he reached the top of the tree. But then he stopped and thought, “I’m supposed to be the one with all the wisdom, and here my son was cleverer than me!” Anansi was so angry about this that he threw the clay pot down out of the tree.

Bwangu bwangu afika napamulu wacimuti. Nomba atontonkaya ati, “ninebofye nfwile nakwata ukukwiluka konse, nomba umwana wandi acenjelapo ukuncila!” Anansi epakufulwa sana. Aposa nenongo panshi yacimuti.


Chungu kilivunjika vipandevipande pale chini. Hekima zikawa za bure kwa mtu yeyote kujichukulia. Na hivyo ndivyo watu walivyojifunza kulima, kushona nguo, kuunda zana za chuma, na mambo yote mengine ambayo watu wanajua kuyafanya.

It smashed into pieces on the ground. The wisdom was free for everyone to share. And that is how people learned to farm, to weave cloth, to make iron tools, and all the other things that people know how to do.

Yatobaika pamushili. Efyo cilaonse asendeleko ukwiluka. Ukufuma apo, efyo abantu baishibe ukulima, ukupikula nokufula ifishimbi nafimbipo ifyo abantu baishiba ukucita.


Written by: Ghanaian folktale
Illustrated by: Wiehan de Jager
Translated by: Mutugi Kamundi
Read by: Lauwo George
Language: Kiswahili
Level: Level 3
Source: Anansi and Wisdom from African Storybook
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