Daboukas that travelled together by day also camped together by night, sometimes so close together that the camels mixed even when hobbled. The morning after the drovers always knew which ones didn’t belong and they whipped them back into the proper herd before they counted. Stray Whites were easily spotted but not Blues, Blacks, Reds, and Yellows, of which there were so many that I simply called them all Jamals. The Whites I called Kabbaashis, after KhairAllah.
©David Melody