Kamaswabi kono kabundume, kasizani ka sutelela kwa tuko a musali yoo. “Luswanela kuina niyena,” batu bahabo kasizani babulela. “Luka mubabalela hande ni mwanaahae.”
Shy but brave, the little girl moved nearer to the woman.
“We must keep her with us,” the little girl’s people decided. “We’ll keep her and her child safe.”
Nangu umukashana aali ne nsoni alishipile no kupalama mupepi na namaayo. “Tufwile twamusunga uyu namaayo,” efyalandile abantu. “Tulemusunga bwino no mwana wakwe.”
Kono hase babona mbututu, kaufela batulela mwamulaho ka kukomoka. “Mbongolo?!”
But when they saw the baby, everyone jumped back in shock.
“A donkey?!”
Nomba ilyo baamwene umwana, bonse batolokela kunuma mu kusunguka. “Punda?”
Kaufela bona bakala kukananisana. “Nelubulezi kuli lukababalela mushemi ni mbututu wahae, mi zeo kona zelukaeza,” babañwi babulela. “Kono bakalutiseza bumai!” babañwi babulela.
Everyone began to argue.
“We said we would keep mother and child safe, and that’s what we’ll do,” said some.
“But they will bring us bad luck!” said others.
Musali yoo haipumana hanosi hape. Haikomokela ili sanakaeza ni mbututu yahae yecwalo yeo. Abilaezwa ki zanakaeza kuli hakone kuitusa hanosi.
And so the woman found herself alone again.
She wondered what to do with this awkward child.
She wondered what to do with herself.
Efyo nomba namaayo aisangile eka na kabili. Taishibe ifyakucita no mwana wa musango uyu. Taishibe ifyakucita umwine.
Kono kwanalule-lule halumela ni kuikeleza kuli ki mwanahae mi kiyena mahe Mbongolo yeo.
But finally she had to accept that he was her child and she was his mother.
Panuma aasuminafye ukuti umwana aali mwana wakwe elyo nao ali ni nyina.
Cwale, kambe mwanana yoo nainelelezi onacwalo yomunyinyani, nekukaba ni shutano. Kono Mbongolo yamwana yahula mane kufita fa kupalelwa kukwana kwa mukokoto wa maayona. Mi nihaneilika katata, neisakoni kuba ni mikwa yeswana sina ya batu. Bo maayona hañata nebakatala ni kufilikana. Fokuñwi nebaisebezisanga misebezi ya lifolofolo.
Now, if the child had stayed that same, small size, everything might have been different. But the donkey child grew and grew until he could no longer fit on his mother’s back.
And no matter how hard he tried, he could not behave like a human being. His mother was often tired and frustrated. Sometimes she made him do work meant for animals.
Nomba nga cakuti umwana taaleekula, alifye umunono, fyonse nga fyalifye bwino. Lelo uyu punda alikulile saana icakuti aleka ukukumana mu numa yaba nyina. Elyo nangu eshe shani, ificitwa fyakwe tafyali fya buntu. Inshita yonse banyina baleebafye ne cifukushi kabili abanaka. Limo-limo baaleemupeela incito sha nama.
Mifilifili ni bunyemi zahula mwahalaa minahano ya Mbongolo. Neisakoni kueza ze ni zale. Neisakoni kuba mo ni mwale. Seinyema hahulu kueza kuli, zazi leliñwi, yalahela bo maayona fafasi.
Confusion and anger built up inside Donkey. He couldn’t do this and he couldn’t do that. He couldn’t be like this and he couldn’t be like that.
He became so angry that, one day, he kicked his mother to the ground.
Haito tuhela kumata, neseili busihu mi Mbongolo yalateha. “Hee hau?” ya shobotela lififi. “Hee Hau?” mulumo seuikutela. Neinzi inosi. Yaiputa-puta inge mbola, buloko tuna bwaiswala mi yalobala-maswe kalipilaelo.
By the time he stopped running, it was night, and Donkey was lost.
“Hee haw?” he whispered to the darkness.
“Hee Haw?” it echoed back. He was alone.
Curling himself into a tight ball, he fell into a deep and troubled sleep.
Ilyo Punda alekele ukubutuka, ninshi nakufiita, taishiibe uko aali. “Hee haw?” efyo aitootoosha mumfifi. “Hee Haw?” aumfwa iciunda. Ali eka. Aipeta, apona na mutulo utwinetwine utwamalangulushi.
Mbongolo yazuha mi yafumana muuna-muhulu yanailubukezi. Yatalimela mwa meeto a muuna-muhulu yo ni kukala kuba ni sepo.
Donkey woke up to find a strange old man staring down at him. He looked into the old man’s eyes and started to feel a twinkle of hope.
Mbongolo yaya kuyoina ni muuna-muhulu yoo, yanailutile miinelo yeshutana-shutana mwa kuipiliseza. Mbongolo yateeleza ni kuituta zeñata hahulu mi ni muuna-muhulu yoo, niyena haitutani kuteeleza cwalo. Nebatusana ni kuseha hamoho.
Donkey went to stay with the old man, who taught him many different ways to survive.
Donkey listened and learned, and so did the old man. They helped each other, and they laughed together.
Punda aile mu kwikala na shikulu-bantu, uwamufundile inshila sha kwikalilamo ishingi. Punda aaleumfwa no kusambilila, shikulu-bantu nao wine aaleesambilila. Baleyafwana no kusekela pamo.
Kalizazi leliñwi, ili nako ya kakusasani, muuna-muhulu abulelela Mbongolo kuli imushimbe kumuisa fa halimu a lilundu.
One morning, the old man asked Donkey to carry him to the top of a mountain.
Ubushiku bumo, shikulu-bantu aipwishe punda ukumusenda pa muulu wa lupili.
Fahalimu a lilundu mwahalaa malu bautwa buloko mi balobala. Mbongolo yalola kuli bo maayona nebakula mi nebaibiza. Mi aito zuha…
High up amongst the clouds they fell asleep.
Donkey dreamed that his mother was sick and calling to him.
And when he woke up…
Pa muulu mu makumbi basendama. Punda aalotele ukuti banyina nabalwala kabili balemwita. Ilyo abukile…
… malu nasabonahali hamoho cwalo ni mulikanaayona, muuna-muhulu.
… the clouds had disappeared along with his friend, the old man.
… asangile amakumbi nayaluba pamo no munankwe, shikulu- bantu.
Mbongolo ya mwana ni bo maayona bahula hamoho mi bafumana linzila zeshutana-shutana mwakupilela hamoho. Hanyinyani-hanyinyani, kaufela mabasi amañwi anabapani ni bona akala kutwaela ni kupila hande.
The donkey child and his mother have grown together and found many ways of living side by side.
Slowly, all around them, other families have started to settle.
