His turban was white
And his robe indigo blue
His skin was ebony chocolate
His eyes were deep
As if they were black holes
Viewing the space of my soul.
He was a mystic man
No direct eye contact was permissible
He held hia pray beads in his hands
Reciting Koranic verses
Oh so spiritual was this mystic nomadic *Fula man.
He spent much of his time in the bush
Roaming with his flock
Travelling across borders
With nature as his companion
No material entrapments has he,
Knowing the wisdom of liberty.
This natural man, mystical at sight
His eyes could see into the unknown
He observed strictly the month of Ramadam,
No water touched his lips,
No food neither,
Work still occurred under the enduring heat;
From dawn to dusk there was no retreat.
Honour,tradition respect of family,
No matter how poor you are materially;
Spiritual wealth is infinite
And the only gift that is everlasting
It will not decay;
For on the day of judgement Allah will speak.