Kathleen M. Snoddon recently returned from Morocco where she was able to witness microfinance first-hand. This is the second in a five-part blog series about her journeys.
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At the top of the ridge leading into the village, we encountered a small group of tattooed-faced Berber women washing their clothes and cooking utensils in the rudimentary but resourceful aqueduct system that ran the perimeter of the village. They seemed curious but shy. We had been advised not to take anyone’s pictures without their permission. Some of older generation still believes that a photo can somehow capture their soul.
Descending the dirt path, we heard a cackle of excitement. As we reached our destination we saw a large Berber carpet laid on the ground under a grove of trees. Hakima had told us to expect to meet with 6 to 8 women. The plan was to meet together as a group to exchange greetings and stories and then to split into smaller groups to accompany the borrowers to their homes and places of business. In this rural village, most businesses are run in or around each of their homes.