The Procession in Honour of the Lastest King's Speech

While I was sitting at the cafe that overlooks the main street of Zagora today, on the spur of the moment, I saw a long procession and a well-organized parade with many people celebrating the latest king's speech about the new constitution and promising to vote for it in the affirmative. Many things about this celebration astounded me, actually. One of them is the large number of children who rode bicycles and motorcycles with the flags covering every side of their body. This immediately brought me back to the time when as an innocent child, I went to take part in the celebration of the visit our king was paying us then. I did not know why I was going, nor did I know what was the occasion for. Everyone in my village went to welcome the king. I was wearing some old sandals and a loose pair of jeans. Like the children I saw this afternoon, I too chanted certain instilled expressions, the meaning of which I never took to my heart. Back today's procession, many old men too took to street today, prancing and singing ecstatically. Here, I would excuse the latter for the simple reason that the majority of them did not get what the new constitution is really about and did not fully grasp the implications of it. At the time, I wished one of these aged men had come to me to explain what he had benefited from the new constitution. In the procession, there were also many women who sang and shouted at the top of their voices and in a gleeful manner. Oh, how poor they really are! If only they had instead taken to the street with the same large number to claim some basic rights for their children, like good education and health care. The remainder of the procession makes up many de luxe cars, tooting their horns. Their sides were coloured with the caption of " Yes to the new constitution". I then knew that they were the aristocratic party. Personally, I felt there was no use hearing from them, for they have not tasted the hardship Moroccans are living in day in and day out.