This was the first group of non-Moroccan Africans our group has really come in contact with and it was the best part so far.
When we arrived we had tea and waited for the performers to come out. As we waited beautiful children kept popping in and out just to catch a glimpse at us!
When the group finally arrived they started with songs of praise. They really sounded like negro spirituals, but since they were in Arabic I'm not sure. I'm pretty sure I heard "Allah" which is definitely God so I'm sure they were praise songs.
But the songs are not what almost brought me to tears. In all honesty, it was actually the energy of the group. Seeing them be so united and joyous even though there wasn't much there was so different. I know a lot of Christians, myself included, say they are so happy but then they are out looking for the next fix; a car, clothes, money, a significant other. But seeing these people praise with what they had was awesome. And they were just super nice!
Also seeing people who actually look like me and my family was refreshing. For a few moments I was wondering do they feel as sorry for me as I do for them? I mean coming from some privilege, when I see certain things I feel guilty. But then I thought how they must have seen me; coming from a materialistic world and not enjoying the most natural thing in life: simplicity.
I don't know if anyone else in my group had any of these feelings but I know that experience in particular has definitely made this trip worth while, and a lasting impact on my life.
love,
Deveney
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