Souq Omdurman and Thoughts on Sudanese Hospitality

Upon arriving in Sudan a few weeks ago, a friend of mine joked that he had to travel halfway around the world to a country where the president is accused of war crimes to find real hospitality.

I have completed my time on the Tour d’Afrique for this year, and I am now back in Toronto. After the tour left Khartoum I had a few days before flying home, so I took one morning to visit souq Omdurman.

Omdurman is the twin city of Khartoum lying just across the River Nile. It was the site of a crucial battle in the Anglo-Sudan War. The 1898 engagement was known as the Battle of Omdurman, which saw the British reclaim control of Sudan until its eventual independence from colonial rule in 1956.

Another more recent battle in Omdurman happened on May 10 and 11, 2008 when JEM rebels made a daring advance far from their bases in Darfur to attack Sudanese government forces in what they refer to as Operation Long Arm. This major battle was deeply significant to regional politics yet it only briefly made the news in the west (more on this in a future blog post).

The Omdurman Souq, or market, is a sprawling busy place. Everything from brooms, to aluminum pots, to plastic toys, to vegetables and spices are sold here. While there I thought I would do a bit of shopping, but I also needed to find a cardboard box for my bike to transport it back home on the airplane.

As I wandered aimlessly through the corridors of the market, I was invited to sit and share tea with one of the spice sellers. His name was Mohamed. I asked if he knew where I could find a box for my bicycle. We finished our tea, and then he walked with me and he found a place and insisted on paying for the cardboard box.

I also thought it would be nice to take home a Sudanese style coffee pot I had seen many people using on the streets. Mohamed gave me one and refused to except any money for it.

Then again the following day, I sat having some tea at a sidewalk tea stop (one of many found on every street in Khartoum). Another man also sat drinking tea and greeted me as I arrived. Beyond ‘Salaam Aleykum‘ (typical arabic greeting) we exchanged no words and were not even seated next to each other. This did not stop the man from paying for his tea and mine before he finished. There was no expectation from him. I guess, he just felt it was an appropriate thing to do for a foreigner, a visitor to his city, his country.

I used to hesitate to talk positively about Sudan and its people. There is real suffering going on in Darfur and South Sudan. The government stands accused of crimes against humanity – against its own people. But being in Sudan again reminded me of something very simple… in every corner of the world, there are individuals who cannot be judged based on what we know of their country. They are only individuals and their intentions and outlook on life are often much less sinister than that of their leaders.

Some more photos from my last few days in Sudan…

morning soccer practice

Great Mosque next to Souq Omdurman

fresh juice in Souq Omdurman

tea stalls on the streets of Khartoum

Tour d’Afrique staff at ‘Dead Camel Camp’

photos by Shanny Hill