Before we left Osogbo to come back to Houston, we had a lovely little walk down the road from the guesthouse and across some fields to an area where there was a settlement of Fulani. Last fall when we traveled to Northern Nigeria, we had a really interesting visit to a Fulani village. On this trip, we were advised by one of our group leaders that he called this settlement of people "faux Fulani." He said they lived much like the Fulani, though they were mostly a mixed tribe. They weren't nomadic, but they raised cattle and lived a lifestyle much like the Fulani. We found them very friendly to visitors and we really enjoyed passing through their little village.
This little hut with the overhang had a storage area for corn and a place for a goat to be tethered in the shade.
These cattle were tethered to the ground in a place where there was no grazing. I didn't really understand that, but I guess it wasn't eating time for them.
I thought it was nice they had shady areas for many of their animals. No such luck for the cattle, though.
It was quite a well-kept little village with some very pretty land around it.
We saw lots of women and children and some older men, but none of the dads of the children. I guess they were off working somewhere. But the women were hard at work at home.
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They were singing in half English/half Yoruba, 'Mummy, we ekabo, Daddy, we ekabo' Both the 'e' and 'o' in ekabo should have dots under them to represent the tonal Yoruba sound that gives the word its meaning. It basically means, 'Mummy, we are greeting you, Daddy, we are greeting you.'
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