Where Hummingbirds Come From
Enyonyi nuna ssubi Zavawa?
It was a cold winter day. The snow was falling outside and grandmother was in her chair by the fireplace.
Bwala budde bwa butiti. Omuzira gwali gugwa wabwelu ela nga Jjaja atude muntebe ye nga kumpi ne Kyoto.
She had that far away look she gets sometimes. I crawled up into her lap hoping for a story.
Jjaja yali ajude ebilowozo nga embela ze bwezali . Ne nyanguwiliza ntele ntule kumubili gwe nga bwensubila olugelo okuva jali.
She wrapped her arms around me and said, "When I was a little girl just like you, my grandmother told me about some magic waters."
Nangwa mukiffuba nga bwa bwagamba nti “ bwenali omuwala omuto,ngagwe,Jjaja wange yambulilako kumazi agamu agalimu e kisamaaliriza.
Grandmother smiled at me and asked, "Would you like to hear what she had to say?"
Awo Jjaja namwenya nga bwa mbuza, “ oyagala okuwulila kiki kyeyangamba?”
"Oh boy,” I thought, as I eagerly shook my head yes."This is just what I was hoping for."
Ye ddala,nenyenya omutwe nga bwengamba nti “ kino kyembadde nsubira”
This is the way my grandmother told me.....
Bwati Jjaja wange bweyagamba….
"It was the time of the new beginning, when the leaves bust open on the trees, and flowers start to blossom. In a meadow, up in the mountains, near the cabin where I was born, a babbling brook appeared out of nowhere."
Bwali budde ,amalagala wegeyalubuza kumiti,era nebimuli we bi tandikira okuvayo. Awo wagulu ku lusozi,kumpi nakasisira wenzaalibwa,ne wamela amazzi a gatogota.