Once upon a time there was a poor couple who had only one child, called Nonkungu. They loved her very much.

When she was old enough, her parents decided to send Nonkungu to stay with her rich Uncle Mtonyama.

Nonkungu's mother made special clothes with ribbon, buttons and beads. Then Nonkungu set off for her uncle's village.

On her journey, Nonkungu came to a stream. She crossed the stream and met a girl wearing rags. The girl asked, "Where are you going?" Nonkungu replied, "I'm going to visit my Uncle Mtonyama." 

"Well, Mtonyama is my uncle, too! I am also on my way to visit him," said the girl. They set off together. After a while, the girl said to Nonkungu, "Your clothes are lovely. Please let me try them on."

Nonkungu took off her clothes and gave them to the girl. When the girl took off her rags, Nonkungu saw that she had a tail! Nonkungu was afraid. 

She realised that the girl was really an imbulu.

They walked a little further, and then Nonkungu asked, "Please give me back my clothes and beads."

The imbulu answered, "Let me wear them until we get to the next tree." She pointed to a tree on a hill nearby.

When they reached the tree, Nonkungu asked, "Please give me back my clothes and beads."

The imbulu replied, "Just let me wear them until we get to that field." She pointed to a field on the next hill.

At last they reached the field. Again Nonkungu asked the imbulu, "Please give me back my clothes and my beads."

The imbulu replied, "Just let me wear them until we get to that hut where the women are sitting." She pointed to a hut in the distance. 

But when they finally got near to the hut, the imbulu pushed Nonkungu back and ran ahead.

The imbulu said to the women at the hut, "Look at this girl wearing rags. She has been following me all day. I wish she would go away."

The women turned to look at Nonkungu. She was so frightened that she ran and hid in the kraal. The imbulu went to Uncle Mtonyama's hut.

Mtonyama and his family welcomed the imbulu, who said she was their niece. 

Poor Nonkungu continued to hide away. She sang this song:

"Oh misery me, misery me. I was sent to stay with my Uncle Mtonyama. On the way I met an imbulu. She took my skirt and my beads. Oh misery me, misery me."

One day, Mtonyama's eldest son was walking in the field and heard the sad song. He didn't know who was singing, but when he got home, he told his father the words.

Mtonyama went into the fields. He heard the song, and looked until he found Nonkungu.

Nonkungu told her uncle everything that  had happened. Mtonyama took her back to the village and hid her in a hut. He knew what he was going to do to catch the imbulu.

Mtonyama had heard that an imbulu's tail loves milk and that it can't go past milk without drinking some. So he told his men to dig a hole and fill it with sour milk.

Then Mtonyama called all the girls of the village to take part in a jumping competition.

The imbulu was worried. She did not want to jump over the hole, she knew that her tail would be thirsty for the sour milk. So she went into a hut and tied her tail to her body as tightly as she could.

Then she took her place with the other girls.

One girl after another jumped over the hole with the sour milk. At last it was the imbulu's turn. 

She tried to jump high over the hole, but her tail broke loose. The imbulu's tail pulled her down, down, down into the sour milk.

As the imbulu struggled in the milk, they quickly filled the hole with sand and buried her.

That was the end of the imbulu. Nonkungu stayed happily with her uncle for a long, long time.