Yamuna Flaherty

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The Strangest Town in Sudan

Once at the height of medieval opulence in Sudan, the port city of Suakin
now stands in ruins. But the spirit of its resilient inhabitants still thrives.

Imagine a seaside paradise with azure-colored water, handmade and hand painted boats haphazardly strewn along the coastline, and the ruins of a forgotten kingdom hopelessly upholding the grandeur of a lost past. Now see a road lined with one-storey shacks constructed from scrap wood and corrugated tin, and a plethora of afros complete with stereotypical pick combs fastened to the dust-covered heads of various tribal folk –– all appearing as ancient as the dilapidated town. 

Still, this otherworldly picture doesn't do Suakin enough justice. There are just no words to explain what eyes cannot understand.

These are not the faces of men who live in the world you and I come from. From a time that stands alongside our modern one, these are faces of ghosts of a people who have survived colonization, war, poverty, and the rise and fall of their very significance. Sun-beaten and windswept, they cling to narrow slices of shade, draped in yellowing garments, between a community which has been reduced to rubble and a world that cares not. 

I must accept that I can never understand what these people have lived through, but looking into their timeless eyes, I hear whispers of a tale that tells a human story––a narrative that has traces of a universal plotline. Against all the odds, man survives. Something of this enduring spirit is inscribed on their leathery faces, and despite our seeming differences, I know that this will to outlive hardship is alive somewhere deep within each one of us.


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