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Mbi's Journey of Forgiveness
Irin-ajo Idariji Mbi
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Mbi, a young Nigerian girl, lived in a small village nestled among the Idanre Hills. Her days were filled with laughter and the warmth of her family. The village was her playground, surrounded by vast greens and the whispers of ancient tales. Mbi, omobirin Naijiria kan, ngbe ni abule kekere kan ti o wa larin awọn Oke Idanre. Ọjọ́ rẹ̀ kún fún ẹ̀rín àti ọ̀yàyà ti ìdílé rẹ̀. Abule naa jẹ papa iṣere rẹ, ti awọn ọya nla ti yika ati awọn ọrọ ti awọn itan aye atijọ.
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Mbi's favorite possession was a beautifully crafted pot that glimmered in the sun. She had spent days painting it with patterns of bold colors that told a story of her village's history. Ohun-ini ayanfẹ Mbi jẹ ikoko ti a ṣe daradara ti o tan ni oorun. O ti lo awọn ọjọ ti o ya aworan pẹlu awọn apẹrẹ ti awọn awọ igboya ti o sọ itan itan-akọọlẹ abule rẹ.
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One playful afternoon, her younger brother, playing near her pot, stumbled and sent it crashing to the ground. Mbi watched in disbelief as her treasured pot shattered into pieces. Ni ọsan kan ti o dun, aburo rẹ, ti nṣere nitosi ikoko rẹ, kọsẹ o si fi i kọlu si ilẹ. Mbi wo ni aigbagbọ bi ikoko rẹ ti o ni iṣura ti fọ si awọn ege.
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Anger bubbled inside Mbi as tears filled her eyes. Her brother apologized profusely, but Mbi's heart was heavy with hurt. She needed time to think and to heal. Ibinu bu ninu Mbi bi omije ti kun oju rẹ. Ẹ̀gbọ́n rẹ̀ tọrọ àforíjì lọ́pọ̀lọpọ̀, ṣùgbọ́n ọkàn Mbi wúwo gidigidi. O nilo akoko lati ronu ati lati mu larada.
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Seeking solace, Mbi wandered into the Idanre forest, where the air was filled with the magic of old spirits and the rustling of leaves carried ancient wisdom. Mbi n wa itunu, Mbi rin sinu igbo Idanre, nibiti afefe ti kun fun idan awon ogbo, ti jija ewe gbe ogbon igbaani.
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Deep in the forest, she encountered an old sage dressed in radiant green robes. His eyes, full of years and kindness, met hers. 'Why does your heart carry such weight, child?' he asked gently. Ni jinle ninu igbo, o pade ọlọgbọn atijọ kan ti o wọ ni awọn ẹwu alawọ ewe didan. Oju rẹ, ti o kún fun ọdun ati ore, pade rẹ. 'Kini idi ti ọkàn rẹ fi ru iru iwuwo bẹ, ọmọ?' o beere rọra.
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'My brother broke my favorite pot, and it hurts to think about it,' Mbi confessed. The sage nodded and beckoned her to sit beside him on an ancient stump. 'Arakunrin mi bu ikoko ayanfẹ mi, o si dun lati ronu nipa rẹ,' Mbi jẹwọ. Ọlọgbọ́n náà bẹ̀ ẹ́, ó sì bẹ̀ ẹ́ pé kí ó jókòó lẹ́gbẹ̀ẹ́ rẹ̀ lórí kùkùté àtijọ́ kan.
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'Forgive and forget,' the sage spoke in a voice as soft as the forest's breeze. 'To forgive is to set a prisoner free, and to realize the prisoner was you.' 'Dariji ki o gbagbe,' ọlọgbọn naa sọ ni ohùn ti o rọ bi atẹgun igbo. 'Lati dariji ni lati da ẹlẹwọn kan silẹ, ati lati mọ pe ondè ni iwọ.'
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Mbi contemplated the sage's words as she gazed at the towering trees. She saw the ebb and flow of the forest and understood that holding on to anger would only hurt her more. Mbi ronú lórí ọ̀rọ̀ ọlọ́gbọ́n náà bí ó ṣe ń wo àwọn igi gíga náà. Ó rí bíbo àti ìṣàn igbó náà, ó sì lóye pé dídi ìbínú mú ṣinṣin yóò kàn pa òun lára.
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The journey back to the village felt different. With each step, Mbi felt lighter, as if the trees had lifted the weight from her heart. She carried with her a newfound understanding. Awọn irin ajo pada si abule ro o yatọ si. Pẹlu igbesẹ kọọkan, Mbi ni imọlara fẹẹrẹfẹ, bi ẹnipe awọn igi ti gbe iwuwo soke lati ọkan rẹ. O gbe oye tuntun kan pẹlu rẹ.
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Back in the village, Mbi's brother awaited her, his eyes telling of worry and regret. Mbi walked up to him and wrapped him in a warm embrace, whispering, 'I forgive you.' Pada si abule naa, arakunrin Mbi n duro de i, oju rẹ n sọ fun aibalẹ ati aibalẹ. Mbi tọ̀ ọ́ lọ, ó sì fi ọ̀yàyà gbá a mọ́ra, ó ń sọ̀rọ̀ kẹ́lẹ́kẹ́lẹ́ pé, 'Mo dáríjì ẹ.'
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The village once again echoed with joyous laughter as Mbi and her brother played together, the shards of the pot a distant memory. In her heart, Mbi knew that forgiving was the path to peace. Abúlé náà tún dún pẹ̀lú ẹ̀rín ayọ̀ nígbà tí Mbi àti ẹ̀gbọ́n rẹ̀ ṣe ń ṣeré papọ̀, ìyẹ̀fun ìkòkò náà jẹ́ ìrántí jíjìnnà. Ninu ọkan rẹ, Mbi mọ pe idariji ni ọna si alaafia.
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Reflection Questions
Why do you think forgiveness is important for Mbi and her brother?
How did Mbi's feelings change from the beginning of the story to the end?
What can we learn about handling mistakes from both Mbi and her brother?
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