Samuel Jennings - Care, General Care Projects in Morocco
When I returned to England 2am on Tuesday morning, having ‘found myself’ or whatever it is British gap year students are expected to do, I had just spent five weeks living, working and travelling in Morocco. The dreary line leading me on, one sleepy step at a time, through Stansted customs could not have been further from the life from which I had only just surfaced, centered around the breathless, bustling life of Rabat Medina. I felt I had been forced to come up for air far too early.
At that moment, and even now, as I write this, I am of the firm opinion that I could quite happily have stayed in Rabat indefinitely. I can truthfully say that Morocco has certainly left some lasting marks on me, which I have pared down to three main points:
1. I now roll my ‘R’s when I speak French, and inadvertently slip in bits of Arabic vocabulary. This is a disconcerting linguistic development for me, or rather, disconcerting for any Frenchman I come across in the future.
2. I have a considerably large collection of leather goods and camel hair rugs, and I only half regret settling on the price I paid for them (I figure that even if I did pay too much, the mint tea I was plied with when coaxing and cajoling the shopkeeper to lower the price more than made up for what was lost through my inexpert haggling).
3. Back in England, I have continued my habit of walking confidently out into the middle of the road, full to the brim, perhaps, of a misguided confidence that weary English drivers will still be cautiously expecting this more casual pedestrianism and stop in time, just as their obliging Moroccan counterparts have been so accustomed to doing.
I can also say that I have had the pleasure of meeting many like-minded individuals from all over the globe, not least from Morocco itself. Life in Rabat has allowed me to sample (I hope) a truer, less commercialized side of Moroccan culture and, when I return, which I fully intend to do, (insha’Allah), I will be able to quickly surround myself with a network of friends that I dearly hope I will keep in close contact with in the coming years.
My Care project
I discovered a generosity in Moroccans that I had not so readily anticipated, from the families of the volunteers, the guys at Projects Abroad themselves (Adil, Noureddine, Soufiane) and passers-by in the street, but also on a larger scale, through my placement.
Working in Salé (Rabat’s admittedly rougher, tougher, sister city across the Bouregreg), I came across a group of teachers whose working life revolved around the education of some of the most underprivileged children in the area, set in an enclosed, idyllic environment of cascading pink blossom, a newly refurbished truck-cum-library and three small, self-contained classrooms around two basketball courts that made up the Salé AMESIP school.
We spent days teaching French in the library (where the books offered a range of authors from the likes of JK Rowling, right up to Flaubert), making up chalk drawings on the basketball courts, playing basketball, football, teaching the children yoga and, when we had finally been worn out by them all, sleeping lions…
As a fortunate, largely untroubled, student from England, I was charmed by the place. I cannot imagine how much Osama or Abdel or Fadwa, or any of the other children I met there and got to know, must have loved it, for it was a tranquil, undisturbed patch of ground, cut away from the somewhat grittier Salé that could only offer them a brief respite from things beyond their control.
Living with a host family
My host family can also not go unmentioned. The house I lived in lay at the heart of the medina. It centered around a courtyard and one step outside it saw me thrown back into the medina’s melée of chickens and mint and other delights. One family lived on the ground floor of that courtyard, a cobble of different mosaics that were open to the sky. My host family lived on the first floor.
It was not a style of house I had ever come across before: hundreds of years old, a beautiful terrace from which you could just about see Hassan tower and the Oudaya peeking over the roofs, rooms clean and traditionally kept and all to the trill of birds who wandered about the place.
The family was keen to please and cook typical Moroccan food, which they did in exemplary fashion. During my time there, I was fed to bursting point over and over, a rich mix of tagines, tea, breads, honey and cakes. I can’t say I didn’t feel a little pampered.
To conclude, I guess everyone has a different personal experience of a trip like this, and everyone goes about it in their own way, but I would advise anyone thinking of going, to throw themselves into the Moroccan way of life. Tea less than five times a day is downright antisocial. If you aren’t stopped on the street by someone you know at least twice a day then that day is a dull one.
Never say no to an invitation to eat couscous on Friday, even if you have had two or even three of such invites and are left a bloated wreck on the sofa by the end. Those were the rules I lived by, and I tried my best to observe them and follow them as closely as possible for those five short weeks. I can only finish by saying that I loved what I saw of Morocco, that I did not see enough of Morocco, and that I will be forced to return, hopefully before this year is out.
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