I see a beautiful girl dressed in traditional Fulani attire, a short top and a wrapper that covers her midsection. She is fair-skinned with a yellowish tint, has a long, well-structured face with a long, slender nose, small lips, and large sleepy eyes with long eyelashes. Her eyebrows are perfectly shaped, and she has baby hair on her forehead. She is tall and slim but has noticeable hips and a developing chest, indicating she is around 15 or 16 years old. She holds a Fulani stick, seemingly trying to gather a herd of cattle grazing in a lush green field. She starts walking towards the cattle, looking at the darkening sky, indicating an impending rainstorm. She speaks to the cattle in Fulani, urging them to head home to avoid the rain. As she walks with the cattle, she sings and waves her stick, showing no signs of fear. After about five minutes, their huts come into view. Her cheerful expression fades, replaced by worry as they reach a hut, presumably her home. She ties up the cattle and enters the house, greeting with a 'salaam.' It starts drizzling, and she quickly heads to another hut. Before she reaches the door, a woman shouts at her, causing her to drop her stick in fright. The girl, trembling, approaches the woman, addressing her as 'aunt.' The woman, dirty and unkempt, with a harsh expression, angrily asks why the girl didn't fetch water. The girl, scared, explains that she was trying to avoid the rain. The woman, showing no mercy, slaps her hard and orders her to fetch water immediately, calling her derogatory names. The girl falls, hitting her hand on a stone in the yard.
