The Hausa Fulani.

by samuel   Jan 29, 2005


Fires on the Savannah
crisp crackling and red heat;
the cows are moving their jaws
this way and that
as the cattle-rearer stands akimbo
with his rod on his back -
the Hausa Fulani.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Robie Lincer

    I lived near the fullani before it was soo cool

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