In a beautiful FULANI hut full of worldly goods.
God has bestowed special blessings on Rugar Aré—o Babayo, who are herders of the Fulani people of Cameroon.
One Friday afternoon, the shepherds returned home while the cattle were still grazing. The cows, sheep, camels, and goats all went back and forth, each one heading for its owner's herd, because even the animals were afraid of their father,
The Aréo Babayo herd is one of the most unique herds in the entire African continent,
He has about forty shepherds.
The city began to darken, revealing the signs of the cold, rainy season, whether it was the green of the vegetation or the waves crashing against the Babayo River.
Some elders are sitting under the cheéiya tree at the entrance to the house of Aréo babayo. A white dottijon, full of grains, sits in the middle of them, with other elders surrounding him.
On his right is a tall man, full of personality and a heart full of faith and character. Apparently, they are discussing matters that affect their lives.
Aréo Babayo quickly raised his head and looked to his right, where he saw four young men following the Boleru bird, the eldest of whom was about 15 years old, followed by the second who was about 13 years old, the third who was about 11 years old, and the youngest who was no less than 9 years old. They ran as fast as they could, catching the Boleru bird in front, which was unable to fly and was running on its two legs. Apparently, the bird had a large belly.
The speed she is running is life-saving.
Aréon Babayo opened his mouth as if to speak, but then he turned and looked at the beautiful girl, about 8 years old, who was sitting on the man's lap on his right side.
She stood up quickly, with great determination, and with a clear and powerful voice, she said.
("Acce mo) Leave". Then she turned to face the man she was sitting on, her eyes filled with fear and emotion.
("Appa a vi'a ɓe acca tokkugomo nɓe naunanmo) Appa told them to keep her debt and they will kill her".
ArÉ—o Babayo smiled and said.
“You, Gainako, leave it alone, you should be careful.”
The one called Gainako quickly said.
“Uncle GiÉ—aÉ—o said we should catch her and slaughter her for him.”
They quickly turned to the younger girl, hearing a kind of scream and saying,
“Cut me too, Appa, you said they were going to cut me, come on Appa, tell them not to cut me, I'm crying, they made her feel sick and her hand was bleeding.”
They looked at the young girl in surprise because she said her hand was hurting and bleeding. Where is the Bolero hat in her hand?
The one she called Appa pulled her in front of him and said.
“Parvina is a bird and she has hands?”
She quickly stood up and said in a loud voice.
“Appa is not a bird, she is a human being, even in her womb she is crying and running away inside her body.”
In amazement, they stared at the Boleru bird, but God forbid—some birds could see it running away so slowly that anyone who saw it knew it had an old belly.
It was Gié—aÉ—o who was the youngest child of 9 years old who cried and said.
“Hey Gainako, hurry up and grab her for me.”
Hearing this, the young girl named Parvina stood up and ran after them, crying, which even God said came from her heart. She was not a bird of Bolero, she could see it clearly and without God showing her a person, she saw a beautiful woman with a perfect figure and a perfect body, and she could see the baby in her womb, which was due to be born today or tomorrow.
She was shouting and following them, saying.
“For God's sake, leave her alone, she will get sick. Wayyo Appa, come and save her, they will kill her.”
She screamed with all her might, throwing up her hands in shock and screaming deafeningly when the Gainakos reached the head of the Boleru bird, pinched its wings, grabbed it and threw it back.
The shout she made caused all the elders to stand up and run after them. Her shout filled the forest with the sound of her voice. No one would dare to ignore her. The mountains and the river that surrounded them responded to the sound she was making.
"Wayyoooooooo! Appaaaaaa! They're going