Growing up in the Cameroons, I adored the Fulani - we all did. We still do. There are over 27 million of them in Africa, but they're a minority wherever they go because most of them are nomadic and, while they are indeed a beautiful people, they don't all look alike.
As a child, I liked a milk delicacy they make (and only they make). It was so popular that whenever one casually strolled by (they're an extremely laidback people), our parents would send us out to flag him/her down. They'd pour it from a gourd and we'd run home, bouncy and hyped like lottery winners.
As an adult, I tend to adore the Fulani fashion sense. A predominantly Muslim people, there's a trade-off. The women will willingly cover their hair, etc...but if a Fulani woman sees something she likes at the market, her husband can't play that "honey, it's too expensive" ish.
The lil sis and I have Hausa family members on our mother's side (I mean, really, who doesn't?). There are over 35 million of them in Africa, and like the Fulani, they're all over. Their language is actually one of the most widely spoken in Africa. Like the Fulani, the Hausa don't all look alike, but their women do maintain an impeccable fashion sense. In addition to also being predominantly Muslim, they share so many similarities with the Fulani that members of the two groups are often confused for each other.
*sigh* Black women, seriously...you got to get your heads on straight. Look at us. Look at all of us. We are so beautiful! Nous sommes très, très, très belles!!!