Tongue twister!

Matu mu bagu no bakani bagu baka bagi om bagi mo matu bakani bagu no baki.

Neene told me it's something to do with tie-dying fabric, which really isn't any stranger than selling seashells and a good deal less strange than picking pickled peppers, which is the tongue twister I told Neene. She repeated, "“Feter fifer ficked a feck of fickled feffers." For lots of words in Pulaar “f” and “p” are interchangeable, so it’s really not so strange.

However, I suspect I've recorded an incomplete Pulaar tongue twister because after I’d finished writing down what Neene dictated to me, she held up the paper like she was reading it and recited something probably twice as long as what I’d written.
 
Oh well.