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Khalai alankhula ku Zomela
Khalai talks to plants
Khalai Alasosha Icaani ne Fimuti
Ursula Nafula
Jesse Pietersen
David Sani Mwanza
Christine Mwanza
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Uyu ndi Khalai. Ali ndi zaka zisanu ndi ziwiri. Dzina lake litanthauza kuti “wabwino” mucirankhulo cake, Lubukusu.
This is Khalai. She is seven years old. Her name means ‘the good one’ in her language, Lubukusu.
Uyu ni Khalai. Ali na imyaka cine-lubali. Ishina lyakwe mu lulimi lwakwe, ulwa Cilubukusu lipilibula “umusuma”.
Khalai amauka ndikhulaku mtengo wa malalanje. “Conde mtengo wamalalanje, kula msinkhu ndipo utipatse malalanje ambiri akupsya.”
Khalai wakes up and talks to the orange tree. “Please orange tree, grow big and give us lots of ripe oranges.”
Lyonse Khalai nga ashibuka alasosha icimuti ca macungwa ati: “We cimuti ca macungwa, napaapaata kula, utwaale na macungwa ayaapya ayeengi.”
Khali apita ku sukulu. Pa njira, alankhula ku msipu. “Condemsipu, khalani obiriwira ndipo musaume.”
Khalai walks to school. On the way she talks to the grass. “Please grass, grow greener and don’t dry up.”
Khalai nga aleenda lyonse pa kuya ku sukuulu alasosha icaani ati: “We caani, napaapaata moneka uwayemba elyo kabili wilauma.”
Khalai apita pa maluwa amthengo. “Conde, maluwa, pitirizani kukula kuti ndikuikeni mu tsitsi langa.”
Khalai passes wild flowers. “Please flowers, keep blooming so I can put you in my hair.”
Khalai nga asaanga amaluba ya mpanga nayo alayeba ati: “Mwe maluba muleebalula bwino-bwino pakuti ndeswako no kubiika mu mushishi wandi.”
Ku sukulu, Khalai alankhula ku mtengo pakati pa sukulu. “Conde mtengo, khalani ndi nthambi zikulu kuti tiziwerengera pansi pa mtengo.
At school, Khalai talks to the tree in the middle of the compound. “Please tree, put out big branches so we can read under your shade.”
Khalai nga afika ku sukulu, lyonse alasosha icimuti icabeela pakati ka lubansa lwe sukulu ati: “We cimuti, napaapaata kula utwale ne misambo iyakutupeela icintelelwe icakuti tuleikalamo pa kubelenga.”
Khalai alankhula ku maluwa ozungulirasukulu. “Conde, khalani olimba ndiponso letsani anthu oipa kulowa.”
Khalai talks to the hedge around her school. “Please grow strong and stop bad people from coming in.”
Elyo kabili, Khalai alasosha utumuti utwacingilila isukulu ati: “Mwe tumuti mube abakosa saana pakuti mulelesha ifipondo ukwingila mukati ke sukulu lyesu.”
Pamene Khalai abwelera kunyumba kucokera kusukulu, ayendera mtengo wa malalanje. “Kodi malalanje ako apsya kale?” Afunsa Khalai.
When Khalai returns home from school, she visits the orange tree. “Are your oranges ripe yet?” asks Khalai.
Khalai nga ainuka lyonse, alaya mu kupempula icimuti ca macungwa no kucipusha ati: “Bushe amacungwa yobe na nomba tayalapya?”
Malalanje akalibe kupya,” anena Khalai. “Mwina, uzandikhalira ndi lalanje lakupya!”
“The oranges are still green,” sighs Khalai. “I will see you tomorrow orange tree,” says Khalai. “Perhaps then you will have a ripe orange for me!”
“Amacungwa yacili ayabishi!” efyasosa Khalai. “Nkesa kumonako mailo we mucungwa” efyasosa Khalai. Limbi lyena nkasanga naukwata icungwa ilyapya.”
Written by: Ursula Nafula
Illustrated by: Jesse Pietersen
Translated by: David Sani Mwanza
Read by: Christine Mwanza
