A letter to the one whom no one ever asked

E nder hen ɓuuɓol ɗowgol ɓamtaare ndee fof, woodi feere kulɓiniinde, ɓuuɓunde: hay gooto, hay gooto naamndaani ma — ko honɗum woni ko a yiɗi?

Hay gooto naamndaani ko honɗum deƴƴir-ɗaa ado ɗaanii. Hay gooto naamndaani si a yiɗi jooni dogde yeeso maa si ina haani ma tiiɗnaare ngam fiɗde hoore-maa e ɗaanaade tan. Ina njaɓee ma ko pot-ɗaa waɗde, kono hay gooto naamndaani naamnal jaawngal, ɓernde-weldingal ngal: «No njiyr-ɗaa jooni, ɓernde am?».

Ndee ɓataake ko ɓaawo-ɗaa: a foti wonde e hakke nguurndam. Tiiɗe maa ina moƴƴi. Tampere maa ina sennde. Tikka maa ina jogii hakke yaltude yaajde. Yamir hoore-maa wonde wanaa timmuɗo, wonde wuuri.