This is a Peul song that means playing to win pastureland; not for sheep or goats, but only for cattle.
It is a contest held each year. When the people leave for the pastureland, returning from the winter
grounds, they have the finest and fattest animals among their flocks, and that's when competition and
jealousy arises between the Peul ethnic groups. It is like in life, one can have only one life without
children, or without a first child. One can have a hundred children in the bed, but there is not a first
child amongst them. The first child is the one who does well and who knows what he is doing, who
occupies himself only with what is his right.
First son who has never been matched
Thank you for what never ends, yes!
It is a contest held each year. When the people leave for the pastureland, returning from the winter
grounds, they have the finest and fattest animals among their flocks, and that's when competition and
jealousy arises between the Peul ethnic groups. It is like in life, one can have only one life without
children, or without a first child. One can have a hundred children in the bed, but there is not a first
child amongst them. The first child is the one who does well and who knows what he is doing, who
occupies himself only with what is his right.
First son who has never been matched
Thank you for what never ends, yes!