Call of the Fulani Maid
At the edge of the sahara
I met my Fulani maid
With dances in her eyes
And flowers in her steps.
In her bashful smile
I saw a beckoning path,
?Come with me Ngainako,
I will be your companion.?
Sure in her wandering spirits
She conquered my fears and
Imprisoned me in her serene gaze,
Taunting in its elusive call.
So far have I ventured,
To follow my Fulani dream
In search of a secret place,
To drown in her milk and honey.
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Nice foetry, farticularly ze similes were pantastic! I Hofe Binta will get to read it!
very nice.......but u sure say d maid ne REAL fulani?LOLOLOL
very nice.......but u sure say d maid na REAL fulani?LOLOLOL
very nice.......but u sure say d maid na REAL fulani?LOLOLOL
Thanks, Muda, I am sure Binta will get to read it. But it is an old story.
And Zizo, yeah, she's a real Fulani maid, although she never sold 'fura da nono' for a day!