Written By: Isaac Bimpong N.
Isaac
Bimpong N. is a 4th year Ghanaian student in Morocco
at the National School of Management and Commerce (ENCG) of Ibn Zohr University in
Agadir. He’s currently an intern at DSH working in the accounting and
book-keeping department.
In high school,
I always saw myself at the Cape Coast University reading some business-related
programme with a few of my close mates. But I guess that scenario of the future
I saw or imagined was false. Or maybe, it could only happen in a different
dimension in the multiverse—only if there’s such a thing. In January 2016, I
was sitting in a French class in Rabat with other students (some from Ghana and
the rest from other non-French speaking countries on the continent).
I was buzzing when I learnt around the last
quarter of 2015 that my application for a scholarship had been accepted to
study in the Kingdom of Morocco as an undergraduate student. With excitement, I
began preparations and in mid-December, we [a group of students] were in
Morocco. Within a six months period, we took French classes to equip ourselves
for school given that, all courses in Moroccan public universities are taught
in French except specific language subjects like Arabic, English, Spanish, etc
which are done in the said language. And in October 2016, I became a student of
ENCG-Agadir [National School of Management and Commerce in Agadir].
When embarking
on this journey, I knew so little about Morocco. Except it was a different
nation. And I confirm that is right so. A people different from my own, a land,
unlike mine. An unknown culture, different languages spoken. It was
overwhelming. But again, it presented the opportunity of meeting new people and
learning new things. A chance to broaden my horizon and enlarge my social
network through friendships and relationships, and the benefits of all these
can hardly be overstated.
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Isaa in ENCG Business School |
The ride has
quite been amazing with all honesty. It’s been a couple of years here, and I
have grown fond of the land and its inhabitants. Given my minimal knowledge
about Morocco upon my arrival, it made it easy to learn once I touched here.
From school to the outside community and neighbourhoods, interactions with
friends and colleagues and with strangers alike. The F’tour during Ramadan with
both local and other international friends at the beach and music and dance
afterwards where I’m always chanted to do some “African” dance are cherished
moments—forever in my heart. The conflict of interest where some of my mates in
school want to improve their English and me, my French always leaves us with
uncontrollable laughter.
As black as I
am, I have never been confused for anything than a sub-Saharan African—which I
am. [Except once, when a lad about my age mistook me for an American around the
Marina in Agadir—kind of odd]. But for my actual nationality, people firstly
assume I’m from Senegal or Côte d’Ivoire or Guinea or some other
French-speaking country in the region. After several attempts, I usually burst
out amid laughter that I’m from Ghana [as I try to always pronounce Ghana in
Arabic with my funny accent even though most of my conversations do happen in
French especially with strangers—vendors, taxi drivers, and random people
around.]. Once my nationality is made known, the other person, mostly male,
would usually [with a smile] shout “Abedi
Pele!” or “Asamoah Gyan!” in
attempt to show they know some Ghanaian football stars, which makes me proud,
always. Or it may be “Accra!”—the
capital.
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Isaac in Safi |
I have only been
to a few cities and regions in the Kingdom and the city Safi is by far, my
favourite. With its cultural and modern appearance entangled with immense
serenity and calmness, running up the mountains and down the valleys, I fall
deeper in love with every trip. Regardless of my love for Safi, Agadir has my
heart. My second home. Likewise, with mountains edging its frontiers, I’m
reminded every time I look up to them about the potential I can still reach. With
a stare down the valleys, I’m reminded of how far I have come. This makes my
heart grateful.
I have, again,
grown fond of Dar Si Hmad and all they do and stand for. Frankly, it’s been a
month and a half, but I have learned a lot seeing the passion in the eyes of
the team and their eagerness to work to achieve greatness with respect to their
various projects and individually assigned task. My short time in Dar Si Hmad
has taught me quite a lot, both professionally and personally beyond what I
learn within the four walls of my school’s classrooms or auditoriums as I work
as an intern under Mr. Abdellah El Moutaouif in the accounting and bookkeeping
department. From financial record-keeping to making of bank reconciliation
statements, from formal relations to informal conversations. The work
environment has and is favourably amazing.
In a few days,
my time here at DSH will be over, which is a bit sad but then again, I trip
Safi in a week or two afterwards, so you can imagine the feeling is rather
bittersweet!
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Isaac in Dar Si Hmad |
I am
particularly thankful for the people I met here in DSH. Mr. Abdellah El Moutaouif who supervised me as an intern, and for the many things he has selflessly
and carefully taught me in my field of studies. Also, many thanks to Hafida and
Tasnim who recently left, Khadija, Salwa, Soufian for the warm welcome gestures
and chats from time to time. Likewise, it was great to have met interns like
Walid, Katherine –who are gone by the way. Above all, I want to thank Dr. Jamila Bargach for this opportunity and the entire DSH staff.