Full Text: Agwagwar Zinariya
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Original Text: Agwagwar Zinariya
Akwai wani lokaci wani mutum mai tawali’u wanda yake da ’ya’ya maza uku. Ƙaramin cikinsu, Goodwin, mai laushin zuciya ne kuma mai saurin ba da taimako. Wata safiya, mahaifin ya roƙi babban ɗansa ya yi tafiya zuwa cikin daji domin ya tara itace. Mahaifiyarsu ta shirya masa abincin rana mai kyau na kek da ruwan ’ya’yan itace, tana yi masa fatan alheri a hanyarsa.
Yayin da babban ɗa yake tafiya a ƙarƙashin dogayen itatuwa, ya haɗu da wani tsoho sanye da tufafi masu launin toka mai natsuwa.
“Kai matashi nagari,” in ji tsohon, “za ka iya ba ni ɗan cizo daga kek ɗinka da ɗan kurɓi daga abin shankanka? Na yi tafiya mai nisa, kuma na gaji.”
Amma babban ɗan ya amsa,
“Yallabai, ina tsoron abin da nake da shi zai ishe ni kaɗai ne,” sai ya ci gaba da bin hanyar.
Da ya fara sare itace, gatarinsa ya zame ya bugi gungumen itace, ya firgita shi kuma ya ɓata aikinsa. Cike da firgici da karayar zuciya, ya yanke shawarar ya fi kyau ya juya gida. Tsohon ya sake wuce shi, yana yi masa ɗaga kai cikin taushi yayin da ya wuce.
Washegari, mahaifin ya ce wa ɗansa na biyu,
“Ka ɗauki gatarin ka gwada ƙwarewarka a cikin daji, kuma ranar ta yi maka alheri.”
Mahaifiyarsu kuma ta shirya masa cake da juice. Sa’ad da ɗan na biyu ya shiga cikin dajin, tsohon mutumin ya sake bayyana ya ce,
“Matashi mai kirki, ko za ka iya raba ɗan abinci da matafiyi?”
Amma ɗan’uwan na biyu ya amsa,
“Ka gafarta mini, yallabai, amma abin da nake da shi ya yi kaɗan ƙwarai don in bayar.”
Ya ci gaba da tafiya, amma sa’ad da ya fara sare itace, sawunsa ya tangal-tangal, gatarin kuma bai sare da kyau ba. Cike da rashin kwanciyar hankali da karaya, ya zaɓi ya daina aikinsa ya koma gida. Yayin da yake tafiya, shi ma ya wuce tsohon mutumin, wanda ya yi murmushi a hankali.
Sai Goodwin ya tako gaba ya ce,
“Baba, idan ka yarda, ka bar ni in tafi yau.”
Mahaifinsa ya ce, “Ɗana, abin da kawai nake yi maka gargaɗi shi ne ka kula, domin ’yan’uwanka sun gamu da rashin sa’a.”
Goodwin ya sunkuyar da kansa.
“Zan yi hankali, Baba.”
Mahaifiyarsu ta shirya ɗan abincin da ya rage—burodi da madara—Goodwin kuma ya gode mata da dumi-dumi. Da zuciya mai bege, ya kama hanya zuwa daji.
Ba da daɗewa ba sai ya haɗu da tsohon nan sanye da launin toka, wanda ya ce,
“Matashi nagari, ko za ka iya raba ɗan burodi da madararka da ni? Yunwa tana bin sawuna yau.”
Goodwin ya yi murmushi a hankali.
“Yallabai, abincina ba mai yawa ba ne, amma abinci marar ado da aka raba ya fi abinci mai kyau da aka ɓoye.”
Suka zauna ƙarƙashin wani faffadan itacen oak, kuma lokacin da Goodwin ya buɗe kwandon, burodin ya zama kek mai laushi, madarar kuma ta zama ruwan ’ya’yan itace mai zaƙi. Idanun tsohon suka yi haske da natsattsen farin ciki yayin da suka ci tare.
Bayan sun gama cin abincinsu, tsohon mutumin ya ce,
“Goodwin, zuciyarka mai buɗewa tana kawo sa’a mai kyau. Sare waccan itaciyar can, ka duba ƙarƙashin saiwoyinta.”
Da ya faɗi haka, sai ya ɓace a cikin ganyaye. Goodwin ya sare tsohuwar itaciyar da hankali, kuma a can a saiwoyinta ya sami wani guz mai fuka-fukai na zinariya tsantsa. Cike da mamaki, ya nannade tsuntsun lafiya, sannan ya tafi wani masaukin baki kusa yayin da hasken yamma yake dusashewa.
’Ya’ya mata uku na mai masaukin baƙi suka hango agwagwar zinariya, suka kuma yi mamakin gashin fuka-fukanta masu sheƙi.
Da Goodwin ya fita waje na ɗan lokaci, babbar ’yar ta lura da wani gashin fuka-fuki da ya ɗan tashi.
“Zan dai gyara wannan gashin zinariya ɗaya,” ta raɗa, “domin tsuntsun ya fi kyau.”
Ta miƙa hannu zuwa fiffiken, amma da yatsunta suka taɓa gashin, sai hannunta ya manne sosai, kamar dai tsuntsun da kansa yana so ta zauna.
’Yar ta biyu ta shiga, ta ja numfashi cikin mamaki,
“’Yar’uwa, me ya sa kike tsayawa a nan?”
Ta miƙa hannu don ta riƙe ’yar’uwarta ta iya janyewa, amma da zarar hannunta ya taɓa hannun rigar ’yar’uwarta, ita ma ta makale.
’Yar ta uku ta ruga ciki.
“Don Allah, ku tsaya cak! Zan taimake ku duka biyun.”
Amma yayin da ta miƙa hannu don ta kai su gida, ita ma ta haɗu da su. Haka nan su uku suka tsaya tare, suna cikin mamaki amma ba su ji ciwo ba, suna al’ajabin sihirin mai laushi na agwagwar zinariya.
Da asuba, Goodwin ya ɗaga agwagwan, ya fara komawa gida. ’Yan’uwa mata uku, har yanzu suna makale kaɗan, suka bi shi a cikin ƙaramin layi cikin hankali.
Yayin da suka ratsa ƙauyen, wata malamar makaranta mai kirki ta fito waje ta ce,
“Wace irin tawaga mai ban mamaki ce wannan?”
Da ta yi zaton suna bukatar taimako, sai ta taɓa hannun ƙanwar—sai ta tarar ita ma an riƙe ta a hankali.
Wani mutumin gari mai taimako ya yi sauri ya nufo wurin.
“Jama’a nagari, kuna bukatar taimako?” ya kira.
Ya miƙa hannu don ya riƙe shugabar makarantar ta tsaya da kyau, amma da zarar ya taɓa ta, shi ma sai sihirin ya kama shi.
Haka suka yi tafiya tare, su biyar a jere, suna kiran gargaɗi cikin fara’a, suna kuma ƙoƙarin kada matakansu su rikice.
A can gaba, masu lambu biyu suka sauko kan hanya da kayan aikinsu.
“Mu taimaka ne?” ɗaya ya tambaya cikin alheri.
Amma da suka miƙa hannu don taimakawa, su ma suka shiga layin. Ba da daɗewa ba, mutanen ƙauye bakwai suka bi Goodwin da agwagwar zinariya, duk suna tafiya a hankali tare kamar wani ɓangare na jerin gwanon farin ciki guda ɗaya.
A ƙarshe suka iso wani babban birni inda wani sarki yake zaune tare da ’yarsa guda ɗaya tilo. Ta kasance mai hikima da alheri, amma ba ta cika yin murmushi ba, domin zuciyarta na ɗauke da wani nauyi shiru-shiru. Sarki yana marmarin ganin ta sake yin farin ciki, kuma ya yi shela,
“Duk wanda ya sa ’yata ta yi dariya ta gaskiya, za a marabce shi ya jagoranci tare da ita, yana raba kulawa da farin cikin masarautata.”
A wannan rana kuwa, Goodwin da abokansa na musamman suka matso kusa da fadar sarki.
Abin da aka gani abin ban mamaki ne ƙwarai: Goodwin yana ɗauke da guzurin zinariya, bayansa kuma mutanen ƙauye bakwai suna takawa a layi mai laushi, suna lilo a hankali. Sa’ad da Goodwin ya sauya tsuntsun daga hannu ɗaya zuwa ɗayan, dukan tawagar ta juya kamar zaren rawa a bayansa.
Gimbiyar ta duba ƙasa daga barandarta. Da farko ta yi murmushi, sannan ta rufe bakinta, daga ƙarshe kuwa ta fashe da dariya mai haske, mai ƙara, kamar an buɗe wata taga da ta daɗe a rufe a cikin zuciyarta.
Sarki ya yi farin ciki. Goodwin ya taɓa fiffiken guzurin a hankali ga kowane ɗan ƙauye, sai sihirin ya sake su nan da nan. Da lokaci, Goodwin da gimbiyar suka kusanto juna, kuma tare suka sake cika masarautar da alheri, farin ciki, da dariya.
