When the Maghreb became more than a map, By Mohammed Dahiru Aminu

I have just returned this weekend since my first visit to Morocco. On this trip, I had just knowing Morocco through the books, maps and newsletters. It’s a country that was in history and password, especially for someone like me who has been interested in Maghreb’s conditions. Morocco has a special form of power. Whether you are thinking about criticism by political competitions, or to its spiritual and phrases, or Casablanca and its private profile, every city promises something. Thus, when you have an opportunity to visit the country by Ben Guerrir, I jumped with joy.

My trip began to Acsuja. In contrast with several airplanes I have ever taken to travel some trips, this time was one aircraft directly to the Casablanca, less than five hours. The only problem was to be prepared in the morning, and there’s something about reprimanding the world that separates you, no matter how much you sleep. But when I was on their way and I heard the engines lived, I lean at the moment. Then I went to Mooci.

We had affected in Casablanca in the morning. The sun was already stretched out with a cold air of Moroccan filled my lungs because I went into the airport. I had heard stories about soldiers to get used to French dwellings in the back, but the officer who was happily gone. They want to be interested in where I go and when I tell him I’m going to Ben Guerrir, his eyes shine. “My city,” he said. There were a definite attack in his words. They seemed to be glad that someone from Nigeria was home to home and I could know that this meant something to him.

From the airport, we headed on the training train associated with terminal. The ship’s ride to Ben Gueri took two and a half hours, with a place of a coasis. This is where I learned that “centa” is a short place of Casablanca, and Casa Oasis may be showing peaceful returns or neighbors in Casablanca. Walking on itself was overwhelming from one place to another. It was less than the description of the various Morocco grounds. We passed by stone stones, tapped on the valleys, olive valleys and remote mountains made the wilderness. As a basket, I could not help but see the design from earth, Photo of the ancients, and empty patience.

By the time we arrived at Ben Gueriri, the sky began to change. The mildestal rain began to fall on a long way outside the city. It was a kind of color that feels soft on your skin and salutes air without making all of the wetmost. The other assembly of the assembly that we were waiting for the Station. You have been able to check the vehicles and went to Mohammed Vie Polytechnic, famous Um6p. I’ve read about Um6p before. They become a high university in North Africa and is known for his expensive research and discrimination. It is also the largest building in Africa, and since I was in school, I can see that it was a place made of fame.

I slept at the Hilton hotel on the top of the university camp. What was harassing me and how the hotel is involved in the rest of the rest of the school. Everything was constructed in a painted dye paint, with respect to the honor of OROCCAN International Resources. After the instant, we had dinner with another group of conversations. It was a hot and ordinary meeting that describes ourselves, splitting and examining as ancient friends. There were workers in Finland, Germany, Spain, Belgium, Netherlands, and Ghana. That evening, we traveled through the camp levels under the rain. The houses shone under the lights and air smells white, like a wet and seeds of spring. Feels like enough space.

The parking lot is going out of the next day. It was a Satga Satga’s 2025, looks at the satellite eashite data and work in Africa. The intention was to attach an investigation of the crown and equipment and information to use satellite data to follow the fresh air and gas temperature. Most of the participants were young scientists from different countries of Africa, and they reached the fear of what it reminded me of several times.

Unfortunately, I got sick in a few days. It started with a migraine that passed in size and was followed by nausea, constipation and exhaustion. I refused through this, thinking that it was, but in front, I had to visit the hospital. The care I received was well and professional. When you are given a stomach weapon and other drugs, I was advised to rest for one day. Rability to change completely. I recently found energy and the next day, I came back and could do enough to do it.

When I was better, jumped work. I led a discussion session looking for temptations to be examined as you try to find and use satellite homespheran in Africa. Discussion was chosen and revealed. We talked about the lack of local construction, difficulty in Daiw Satellite data and the importance of the help of a long time with the agents. Later a week, I gave a matter of useful use of Africa, and more about my work on the jewelry. For the past three years, I had been involved in the supports based on Meetane in Metanes in the oil in butter and pounds in several African African. My story looks very much the satellite amount, when it is included in the electrical fluids and technology, it can help to take advantage of Africa.

The other parts of the meeting were also motivated. Scientists offered artifacts on radiation and astronomy, oxygen, as well as a strong sense of clarity can be used in decisions. The purpose was not only training skills, but building a region. African researchers lead to African discussion.

All day, hospitality is the second of another. Moroccan spices were our part of our daily songs. We had Habora, tomato tomato and lalent; Tagine, who is a slowly cooked reward used in Conner; And the crabs full of vegetables and soft meat. I’vi, I realized, was in everything. They were in a salad, on a plate, and even given as little foods. Then there was a mixed tea, he was always hot and poured from height of small mirrors. It was not only drink. It was a custom. During a break, people gathered with scatters, science, politics and life. It reminded me of what food and drinks are part of a quiet study part of the study.

On the Friday, the storage places broke, we said our goodies. There was a laughter and sometimes tears, as everyone else noticed that they have a part of an important thing. Sabbath in the past, many of us have never met. We now were friends and maybe friends. We shared the mind, to deny and sow the seeds of future contracts.

When I left Ben Guerrir and returns my steps Casablanca to correct my house, I appeared on the trip. Morocco left his mark on me. I had come to think that it was a skilful journey, but I left a story, education, relationships, and the memory of the rain and quietly. I know now that this was not a time trip. It was only the beginning. I never seen a glass of glass, fzez or marcecech now. I have not walked through the lives or climbing the atlas mountains. There is also a waiting moon waiting. And something tells me that when I come back, the country will be teaching, and I will be ready to learn.

Mohammed Dahirir Dahirir Dahiru Mindu ([email protected]) wrote from Abija, Nigeria.