“ Khartoum he polis he megale peptoke, peptoke; Khartoum the mighty city, has fallen, has fallen. And sometimes I wonder now in these days, when I am nearer to the heart of newspapers, whether our work in Fleet Street, with its anxious, flurried yell over the telephone, its tic-tac of tapes, its slither and rattle and clatter of linotypes, its frantic haste of men, its final roar and thunder of machinery ever gets itself delivered at last on a midnight hillside so queerly as the tragic news of Khartoum was delivered in the "parlour" of Llanddewi Rectory. ”
Khartoum
Definition and stakes
Khartoum, Sudan’s capital, stands at the confluence of the Blue and White Niles, a symbol of both geographical and historical convergence. As a hub of commerce and conflict, it has been chronicled by authors like Winston Churchill, who celebrated its rebirth, and Sir Samuel White Baker, who revealed its involvement in the slave trade.
Bayard Taylor noted its haunting beauty amid desert landscapes, while others reflected on its role in colonial struggles. These varied perspectives underscore Khartoum’s dual legacy as a city of resilience and contested authority, shaped by its strategic position and turbulent past.
Quotes about “Khartoum”
Winston Churchill, My African Journey
“ Khartoum—the new Khartoum, risen from its ruins in wealth and beauty—a 205 smiling city sitting like a queen throned at the confluence of the Niles, the heart and centre of a far-reaching and formidable authority, disclosed herself to the traveller's eye. Sharp to the right turns the steamer, leaving the dull placid waters of the sovereign river we have so long followed, and shouldering a more turbulent current of clearer water, swings up-stream along its noble feudatory, the Blue Nile. ”
Bayard Taylor,
A journey to Central Africa
(1869)
“ At ten o’clock we reached the island of Omdurman, and wheeled into the Blue Nile. The camp-fires of Kordofan merchants were gleaming on the western bank. The barking of the dogs in Khartoum and the creaking wheels of the sakias were welcome sounds to our ears, as we slowly glided past the gardens. Ere long, the minaret of the city glimmered faintly in the moonlight and we recognized the buildings of the Catholic Mission. “God is great!” said Achmet, devoutly; “since we have been so near the end of the world, Khartoum appears to me as beautiful as Cairo.” ”
