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Swahili to English: Nagona, a novel by Euphrase Kezilahabi General field: Art/Literary
Source text - Swahili Yelekea ilikuwa hioni, maana kulikuwa na mwanga hafifu wa kidhahabu humo bonbeni nilimokuwa. Labda maulewekuwe na usahalifu ndio ulionifikisha hapa. Si mbali sana na mahali nilipojikuta niliona mto. Nilisikia tu mrindimo wake maana sikuusogelea kwa kuogopa nyoka. Nilijikuta natembea kuelekea usawa wa mto huo. Nilihisi kuwa nilikuwa nikielekea unakotoka.
Kama huo ndio ulikuwa mwanzo wa safari yangu, sina hakika. Lakini nilijikuta nimechoka. Mbele yangu, niliona jiwe moja jeusi. Nilijikokota kwenda kulikalia. Kabla sijakaa nilisikia mtu akikohoa. Kwa hofu, nilisimama wima, nikaangalia huku na huko. Hapakuwa na mtu! Nilipokuwa bado nashangaa nilisikia nyayo za mtu akitembea nyumba yangu. Nilistuka. Nyuma , sikuona mtu. Nilikuwa wapi hapa! Nilitembea kwa harakaharaka kutoka hapo mahali. Nilianza kusikia sauti za watu wasomao vitabu. Walikuwa wakisoma bila kusikilizana. Kila mmoja alikuwa akisoma lake. Sikuona watu wala shule.
Kichomi kilianza kuniuma ubavuni.Nilipiga magoti chini. Kwa maumivu nilianza kutembelea magoti. Nilisikia vicheko vya watu. Nilijaribu kuongeza mwendo. Nilisikia vicheko kutoka karibu katika kila mti. Msitu mzima ulianza kunicheka. Niliona matawi ya miti yakianza kuchezacheza kwa upepo. Ghafla miti yote iliacha kucheza na vicheko vikaisha. Kukawa shwari.
milio ya ndege ilisikika hapa na pale. Niliendelea kujikokota kwa magoti kuelekea nisikokujua. Nilistukia napigwa kiboko matakoni na mgongoni. Mwanzoni nilisikia maumivu, nikajaribu kuongeza mwendo, lakini baada ya muda kichomi kilinizidi. Nilipigwa viboke mfululizo, lakini sikuweza kujitingisha. Polepole nilikiona naishiwa nguvu na fahamu, na mwili ukafa ganzi.
Yaelekea ilikuwa asubuhi nilipozinduka.
Translation - English The evening drew close in the valley where I stood. The light was dim and golden. I don’t really remember seeing the sun. Nor do I remember seeing anyone else. Perhaps clouds of amnesia really had covered me here.
I hadn’t travelled far when I stumbled upon a river. Then, hearing a sudden rumble, I froze in fear of snakes. I found myself walking along this river. And felt, perhaps, that I was heading to the very place where I’d come from
Whether that was the beginning of my journey, I could not say for sure. But I soon grew tired. Seeing a black stone in front of me, I dragged myself towards it. But before I sat down, a sudden cough sounded from behind. In fear, I stood straight and turned. But there was no one. Still shocked I began to hear the steps of a man behind me. But behind, I saw no one. Where was I? Quickly I began walking. Fast, away from that place.
The voices of people, reading a book, murmured all around me. around. They were all reading, without listening to one another. Each person reading a book of their own aloud. But no people. nor any school was to be seen.
A fierce pain then gripped at my ribs. I fell down to my knees and started to crawl in pain. Around me, I heard the laughter of people. Still, on my knees, I hastened my pace. The laughter was now ringing from each tree in the forest. Soon, the whole forest was laughing at me. I saw their branches, laughing as they swung in the wind. Then, all the trees stopped suddenly. Peace fell upon the forest. And all was quiet.
The cries of birds sounded around. I was still on my knees; crawling towards where I do not know. I was flogged on the bum and the back. In the beginning, I was hurt and tried to run. But after some time the pain overcame me. I was hit over and over again, not able to shake it off me. Slowly, I felt consciousness leave me. I fainted into darkness.
It was almost daybreak when I woke up
Swahili to English: George Orwell: 1994
Source text - Swahili I
t was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his
breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly
through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not
quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him.
The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At
one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display,
had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of
about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was
no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut
off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive
in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up,
and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer
above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on
the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster
with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of
those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow
you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING
YOU, the caption beneath it ran.
Translation - English Ilikuwa siku katika Apreli, yenye mwanga na baridi. Saa zinalia saa kumi la tatu. Winston Smith, akificha kidevu chake jaketini kwake kwa juhudi ya atoroke upepeo kali, akaingia kwa haraka kupitia malango ya glasi ya jengo “Victory Mansions". Hata hivyo, haraka yake haikuwa ya kutosha izuie wimbi la vumbi liingie jengo pamoja naye.
Huko ndani, kulikuwa na harufu mbaya ya kabichi zilizochemshwa na mazulia yaozwa. Upande mmoja mwishoni, picha kubwa ya marangi mengi imening'inia ukutani. Picha hii ni ya uso mkubwa wa mwanaume, yenye upana wa meta moja takriban. Alikuwa na umri wa karibu ya arobaini na tano mwenye aliyevaa masharubu mazito mweusi. Alikuwa na uzuri mkali na wa kimwitu. Lakini Winston anaipuuza akajitelekea kwenda ngazi. Hukuwa na matumizi ya hata kujaribu kutumia ile lifti. Hata katika siku nzuri zaidi, lifti infanya kazi kwa nadra. Na sasa hii, umeme ulikatwa, kama juhudi kuifadhi fedha kwa tayarisho ya “Wiki ya Chuki” ijayo. Ghorofa ilisamana katika ghorofa ya saba, na Winston, mwenye miaka thelathini na tisa sasa, na kikonda kwenye kifondo chake cha mguu wa kulia, alimbidi apumzike mara myingi akipanda kila hatua pole pole. Katika kila ghorofa, picha hiyo ya ule uso mkubwa imesamana. Ilikuwa moja ya hizo picha zilizo zimechorwa ili popote unapotembea macho yake yangali yangeweza kukufuata, bado yangekutazama. Chini ya uso manano “KAKA MKUU ANAKUTAZAMA” imeandikwa.
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