I am a proud Fulani
Our culture is our heritage
When you loose your culture
You loose your life
Guide your culture with your might
No matter how affluent I become
In the ways of the white
I will still return home
To my age long tradition
The beautiful art of herdsmanship
I have travelled across Africa
With my destiny in my hands
You keep yours in your banks
My cows are my heritage
My tomorrow, my pride
What you peddle today
Is a false representation of history
The fulanis are not violent
We just want to do our thing
Just like you do your thing
In the coolness of your offices
Ours is in the field
We move with the tide
Where nature directs
Wherever we find peace is home
Apologies if we ever hurt you
Forgive if we trampled your farms
We are ready to make peace
Compensate to the last penny
To preserve the chord of oneness
That binds us together as one
One indivisible nation
Our diversity is our strength
In a very fine and blessed continent
The Fulani is a friend, not a foe
Let us unite my brothers
And make Africa great again
A beautiful poem portraying the Fulanis of Nigeria as peaceful people who love and maintain the culture. While it is true that they preserve their culture, the issue of destroying peoples farms with their cows is worrisome and the part that they are ready to pay compensation to the last penny is far from the truth judging from experience. Nice poetic expression anyway.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
superb encouragement poem penned// culture is the pure constitution of the nationality// yeah right you are