Wajameni;
kuna mtu anaweza kunipa link itakayonisaidia kupata Misemo ya kiswahili katika mtandao?
Hello Mr. Miela,
Umepata links nyingine zaidi ya hizi? Post them here so that others can benefit as well.
Swahili language and culture
www.kiswahili.net
wantala chikokoto, chaulezi chinyunyunyu..................
Mchelea mwana kulia....?Hapa kuna methali za kiswahili
Kuna kazi kibao za Kiswahili kwenye wikipedia and its sisters.
Ebwana methali nyingine nilidhani nafahamu maana zake. Hii inatoka wikiquote,Usimwamshe aliyelala, ukimwamsha utalala wewe..
Don't trust a fool with your private matters, if you do, you will be the fool!
....hulia yeyeMchelea mwana kulia....?
Mchelea mwana kulia....?
...kwamba mzazi asipomuadabisha mwanae, atakuja kulia yeye?
Mmepatia vema nyote wawili:
Kila msemo wa kiswahili una maana sana! Nawapa kwa kifupi ili mmalizie na wengine mjaribu kupambanua kwa undani zaidi.
Wale mnaoendekeza wanenu gharama yake kwenu ni kubwa. Methali hiyo inaendana kabisa na "Samaki mkunje angali mbichi"... Sambamba naweza kusema inaendana kabisa na "Maji yakimwagika hayazoleki!"
Kuna huu pia:-
Mficha uchi.............
wantala chikokoto, chaulezi chinyunyunyu..................
...kwamba mzazi asipomuadabisha mwanae, atakuja kulia yeye?
....hazaizai ovyo.Mficha uchi.............
Mficha uchi.............
Kukiona cha mtema kuni
Hii methali inaendana na methali hii:Mficha uchi....
Hakisha kauka hakunjiki"Samaki mkunje angali mbichi..."
Hali wali mkavuMgaagaa na upwa...
Dunia ni sawa na nguo chakavu, inataka taadhari sana jinsi ya kuishi na kusabiiana na watu. Bila ya taadhari inaweza kukufika maafa au kupata hasara... ni sawa na mtu aliye vaa nguo iliyo chakaa... wakati wowote inaweza kumchanikia.Dunia tambara bovu
Hii methali inatokana na hadithi au simulizi ya mkata kuni (Mtema kuni... Hiki ni kiswahili cha zamani). Kwa ufupi inasimuliwa kwamba mkata kuni alikwenda porini kwa nia ya kutema kuni (kukata kuni) kutokana na sababu anazo zijuwa yeye au kwa kuzidiwa na mawazo alipofika porini akapitiwa na usingizi (kama bado nakumbuka vizuri) ndio kwanza ulikuwa muda wa Mawio yaani jua linachomoza). Alipokurupuka... kuangaza huku na huku shoka halioni, na hali anakumbuka vizuri kulichukuwa...Utakiona cha mtema kuni
Soma majigambo (Mikwara ya mzee wa Kizuru)...Umslopogaas... Straight up the hall he went, leaving
behind him a track of blood on the marble pavement, till at last
he reached the sacred stone, which stood in the centre of it,
and here his strength seemed to fail him, for he stopped and
leaned upon his axe. Then suddenly he lifted up his voice and
cried aloud...
'I die, I die... but it was a kingly fray. Where are they who
came up the great stair? I see them not. Art thou there, Macumazahn,
or art thou gone before to wait for me in the dark whither I
go? The blood blinds me... the place turns round... I hear the
voice of waters.'
Next, as though a new thought had struck him, he lifted the red
axe and kissed the blade.
'Farewell, Inkosi-kaas,' he cried. 'Nay, nay, we will go together;
we cannot part, thou and I. We have lived too long one with
another, thou and I.
'One more stroke, only one! A good stroke! a straight stroke!
a strong stroke!' and, drawing himself to his full height, with
a wild heart-shaking shout, he with both hands began to whirl
the axe round his head till it looked like a circle of flaming steel.
Then, suddenly, with awful force he brought it down straight
on to the crown of the mass of sacred stone. A shower of sparks
flew up, and such was the almost superhuman strength of the blow,
that the massive marble split with a rending sound into a score
of pieces, whilst of Inkosi-kaas there remained but some fragments
of steel and a fibrous rope of shattered horn that had been the
handle. Down with a crash on to the pavement fell the fragments
of the holy stone, and down with a crash on to them, still grasping
the knob of Inkosi-kaas, fell the brave old Zulu... dead.
And thus the hero died.
A gasp of wonder and astonishment rose from all those who witnessed
the extraordinary sight, and then somebody cried, '_The prophecy!
the prophecy!_ He has shattered the sacred stone!' and at once
a murmuring arose.
'...Ah, Macumazahn,' he said, 'I suppose it is because I am getting
old, but I don't think that I shall ever learn to understand
the ways of you white people. Look there now, I pray thee, they
are a pretty pair of doves, but what is all the fuss about, Macumazahn?
He wants a wife, and she wants a husband, then why does he not
pay his cows down... like a man and have done with
it? It would save a deal of trouble, and we should have had
our night's sleep. But there they go, talk, talk, talk, and
kiss, kiss, kiss, like mad things. Eugh!'
'Thou shalt stand against me man to man, be not afraid,' replied
Umslopogaas, still in the same ominous voice. 'Thou shalt stand
face to face with Umslopogaas, of the blood of Chaka, of the
people of the Amazulu, a captain in the regiment of the Nkomabakosi,
as many have done before, and bow thyself to Inkosi-kaas, as
many have done before. Ay, laugh on, laugh on! tomorrow night
shall the jackals laugh as they crunch thy ribs.'
Umbopa...'What, comest thou too?' laughed out the old warrior. 'Welcome
....a welcome to thee, brave heart! Ow! for the man who can die
like a man; ow! for the death grip and the ringing of steel.
Ow! we are ready. We wet our beaks like eagles, our spears
flash in the sun; we shake our assegais, and are hungry to fight.
Who comes to give greeting to the Chieftainess (Inkosi-kaas)?
Who would taste her kiss, whereof the fruit is death? I, the
Woodpecker, I, the Slaughterer, I the Swiftfooted! I, Umslopogaas,
of the tribe of the Maquilisini, of the people of Amazulu, a
captain of the regiment of the Nkomabakosi: I, Umslopogaas, the
son of Indabazimbi, the son of Arpi the son of Mosilikaatze,
I of the royal blood of T'Chaka, I of the King's House, I the
Ringed Man, I the Induna, I call to them as a buck calls, I challenge
them, I await them. Ow! it is thou, it is thou!'
'Koos' (chief), he began, 'Koos-y-Pagete! Koos-y-umcool! (Chief
from of old ...mighty chief) Koos! Baba! Macumazahn,
old hunter, slayer of elephants, eater up of lions, clever one!
watchful one! brave one! quick one! whose shot never misses,
who strikes straight home, who grasps a hand and holds it to
the death (i.e. is a true friend) Koos! Baba! Wise is the voice
of our people that says, "Mountain never meets with mountain,
but at daybreak or at even man shall meet again with man." Behold!
a messenger came up from Natal, "Macumazahn is dead!" cried he.
"The land knows Macumazahn no more." That is years ago. And
now, behold, now in this strange place of stinks I find Macumazahn,
my friend. There is no room for doubt. The brush of the old
jackal has gone a little grey; but is not his eye as keen, and
are not his teeth as sharp? Ha! ha! Macumazahn, mindest thou
how thou didst plant the ball in the eye of the charging buffalo
...mindest thou...