Story from my British friend (II of II): This One Guy.

Also, my British friend told me about this holy man that lived outside the city way in the sticks.

I guess it never rains in the Sudan, and one time it rained for a few days and was interfering with construction of a new mosque, so everyone went out to the sticks to get the holy man, and he came to the mosque site, clapped twice, and the rain stopped.

Also, it's a delicacy there to eat raw sheep liver when the sheep is slaughtered, but once some people killed the sheep and sliced the liver only to find that it was rotten. I guess the holy man was there, and he came up and touched it, and the liver wasn't rotten anymore.

Also also, the guy rarely ate and never took a shit, and the times he did eat, it'd just be a little, and he couldn't keep it down, and when he'd vomit, the neighborhood cats would come in a pack right away to eat it up, and they'd be in this big swarm around his vomit, licking.