Sakima atwamine navisemi jenyi na yaya yenyi wapwevo wamyaka ya yiwana. Vatwamine ha livu lya lunga wakupita. Zuvo yavo ya Mwila yapwile kwakumina mitondo.
Sakima lived with his parents and his four year old sister.
They lived on a rich man’s land.
Their grass-thatched hut was at the end of a row of trees.
Sakima aaleikala na bafyashi bakwe pamo na nkashi yakwe uwamyaka ine. Baleikala pancende ya mukankaala umo. Iŋanda yabo iyafyani yabeleele kumpela ya miti.
Sakima did many things that other six year old boys did not do.
For example, he could sit with older members of the village and discuss important matters.
Sakima aaleecita ifintu ifingi efyo abalumendo bamyaka mutanda baaleefilwa. Ico mwingamwenako cimo cakuti, uyu Sakima aaleikala pa bakulu bamumushi no kulanshanya pa milandu iikankaala.
Visemi ja sakami vazachilenga hazuvo ya lunga wuze waluheto. Vafuminenga hembo chimenemene nakukinduluka kuchingoloshi. Sakima vamuselenga na songo yenyi wapwevo.
The parents of Sakima worked at the rich man’s house.
They left home early in the morning and returned late in the evening.
Sakima was left with his little sister.
Abafyashi bakwa Sakima baaleebomba pa ŋanda ya mukankaala. Baaleefuma pa ŋanda ku macaaca no kubwela inshita ya bushiku. Sakima aaleeshaala na nkashi yakwe.
Sakima azangile kwimba myaso. Likumbi limwe mama yenyi amuhulishile, “wechi kutangila kulihi eyi myaso sakima?”
Sakima loved to sing songs.
One day his mother asked him, “Where do you learn these songs from, Sakima?”
Sakima liked to sing for his little sister, especially, if she felt hungry.
His sister would listen to him singing his favourite song.
She would sway to the soothing tune.
Sakima alitemenwe ukwimbila nkashi yakwe, maka-maka nkashi yakwe nga aumfwa insala. Nkashi yakwe aaleekutika uko Sakima aleimba ulwimbo atemenwe saana, ninshi ayamba ukuisunsuntila ku ciunda ca lwimbo.
“I can sing for him. He might be happy again,” Sakima told his parents.
But his parents dismissed him.
“He is very rich. You are only a blind boy. Do you think your song will help him?”
However, Sakima did not give up.
His little sister supported him.
She said, “Sakima’s songs soothe me when I am hungry. They will soothe the rich man too.”
Sakima taanenwiike. Nkashi yakwe aalimulandiileko. Aatiile, “Inyimbo shakwa Sakima shilantalalika nga ndi ne nsala. No mukankaala wine kuti shamutalalika. ”
Likumbi lya kavanga, sakima ahulishile songo yenyi wapwevo kumutetekela kuzuvo ya lihando.
The following day, Sakima asked his little sister to lead him to the rich man’s house.
Ubushiku bwakonkelepo, Sakima aebele nkashi yakwe ukumutungulula ku ŋanda ya mukankaala.
Emanyine mwishi ya windo yimwe nakuputuka kwimba mwaso wenyi azangile chikuma. Chakuhona kwenyeka lola, mutwe wa lihando ndo waputukile kusoloka ha windo.
He stood below one big window and began to sing his favourite song.
Slowly, the head of the rich man began to show through the big window.
Aiminine mwisamba lye windo ilikalamba no kwamba ukwimba ulwimbo aatemwishishe. Panoono-panoono, umutwe wa mukankaala wayambile ukumoneka pa windo.
Vakakuzata vechele vize vapwilenga nakulinga. Vevwilile ku mwaso wa mwaza wa sakami. Unonyi lunga wumwe ahanjikile ngwenyi, “Wawuchi nakwanyisa kumukokweza owu lihando do, Wunonyi owu kapuputa wa mwana walunga nakushinganyeka ngwenyi nahase kumukokweza?”
The workers stopped what they were doing. They listened to Sakima’s beautiful song.
But one man said, “Nobody has been able to console the boss. Does this blind boy think he will console him?”
Ababomfi baaleekele imilimo yabo. Baaleekutika ku lwimbo lwakwa Sakima ulwawama nganshi. Nomba shitaata umo aatiile, “Tapaaba nangu umo uwakwanisha ukutalalika ba bwana. Bushe uyu mulumendo wapofula aleemona kwati kuti abatalalika?”
Sakima finished singing his song and turned to leave.
But the rich man rushed out and said, “Please sing again.”
Sakima alipwishishe ukwimba ulwimbo lwakwe kabili alimine ukuti aleeya ku mwabo. Nomba umukankaala alifumine panse no kutiila “Napaapaata, imba na kabili.”
Luze Vene lola, malunga vavali vejile ninshi vanambate mutu ha mbwechi. Vawanyine mwana lihando vanamuvete nakumuseza kujila.
At that very moment, two men came carrying someone on a stretcher.
They had found the rich man’s son beaten up and left on the side of the road.
Apopeene kwaishile abantu babili nabasenda umuntu pa macila. Baasangile umwana wa mukankaala nabamupuma ku fipondo kabili bamushiile mumbali ya musebo.
The rich man was so happy to see his son again.
He rewarded Sakima for consoling him.
He took his son and Sakima to hospital so Sakima could regain his sight.
Umukankaala aalisansamwike pa kumona umwana wakwe na kabili. Aalilambwile Sakima pa kumutalalika ku mutima. Aatwele umwana wakwe na Sakima ku cipataala mu kumona nga kuti Sakima atampa ukumona na kabili.
