Kgale kgale batho be ba sa tsebe selo. Be ba sa tsebe go bjala dibjalo, goba go loga lešela, goba go dira didirišwa tša tšhipi. Modimo Nyame godimo leratadimeng o be a na le bohlale ka moka bja lefase. O bo bolokile ka gare ga pitša ya letsopa.
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.
Ka letšatši le lengwe, Nyame o ile a tšea sephetho sa gore o tla fa Anansi pitša ya bohlale. Nako le nako ge Anansi a be a lebelela ka pitšeng ya letsopa, o be a ithuta selo se sefsa. Go be go kgahliša kudu!
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!
Anansi wa megabaru o ile a nagana gore, “Ke tla boloka pitša e godimo ga mohlare o o motelele. Ke moka nka ba le yona ka moka go nna!”. O ile a hla tlhale ye telele, a e phuthela go dikologa pitša ya letsopa gomme a e tlema ka mpeng ya gagwe. A thoma go namela mohlare. Eupša go be go le bothatha go namela mohlare ka pitša e mo thula mangwele ka mehla.
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.
Nako ye ka moka morwa yo monnyane wa Anansi o be a eme ka tlase ga mohlare a lebeletše. A re, “Na go ka se be bonolo go namela ge o ka tlema pitša mokokotlong wa gago go e na le moo?”. Anansi o ile a leka go tlema pitša ya letsopa yeo e tletšego bohlale mokokotlong wa gagwe, gomme ka nnete go be go le bonolo kudu.
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.
Ka nako e kopana o ile a fihla ntlheng ya mohlare. Eupša ka morago a ema gomme a nagana gore, “Ke swanetše go ba yena yo a nago le bohlale ka moka, gomme mo morwa wa ka o be a le bohlale go mpheta!”. Anansi o be a galefile kudu ka taba ye moo a ilego a lahlela pitša ya letsopa fase ka ntle ga mohlare.
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.
E ile ya pšhatlaganya ka boripana fase. Bohlale bo be bo lokologile gore yo mongwe le yo mongwe a bo abelane. Gomme ke ka fao batho ba ithutilego go lema, go loga lešela, go dira didirišwa tša tšhipi, le dilo tše dingwe ka moka tšeo batho ba tsebago go di dira.
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.
