That was Mahdi Bashir in the middle. The men to his left and right were also market VIPs, one a seller and the other a buyer. Mahdi was a seller too but also much more than that, he was my friend, my host at his flat on Rushdi Street during his nightly Jalsahs, Seated Gatherings, and most importantly the son of Haj Bashir Abu Jaib, on whose herds and under whose aegis I rode twice from Kordofan to Binban. For that I owe many thanks to all the Abu Jaib family.
©David Melody