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Sunday, October 25, 2015

World Cup Croquet - Sunday Satire


Our Sports Editor Ibn Warraq reports from Fez, where he gained access to the finals of the Croquet World Cup - fought between Spain, Italy, India, Australia, France, England and Morocco

Entry to the North African Croquet Association (NACA) is phenomenally hard to gain. Thankfully, I knew a man who had a cousin who knew another man who secured me a ticket for just a few hundred Dirhams.

The English team warming up pre-match
The Italians were disqualified
The Australians were dismissed due to dress code violations

By the time I entered the hallowed grounds of the NACA, the preliminary finals were over. The Australian team, "The Fruit Bats", had convincingly trounced Morocco two games to three. However, they were later disqualified for violations of the dress code. This resulted in the Moroccans automatically progressing to the finals.

The American team, (Custer's Volunteers), failed to appear. It was later discovered that their Royal Air Maroc flight had been delayed by a couple of days and then diverted to Qatar.

 The Italian team, "Morbido Frutta" (The Soft Fruits), were disqualified for attempting to play with a pomegranate and an orange rather than the hard balls. Che disgrazia!

The Italians were disqualified for attempting to play with fruits

The first semi-final was a bitter battle between France's Battlers de Balzac and Spain's Ceuta Piratas, that went to a sudden-death fourth game. France emerged victorious (with a score of four to three) after the Spanish team collapsed in the final game, succumbing to an overdose of something called Blue Sapphire - apparently a re-hydrating sports drink. The Spanish appeal on the grounds that the croquet pitch was actually Spanish territory was rejected by the Rules Committee (5,000 Dirhams to 20).

'Banger' Cameron-Smythe's Chukka Punt

The second semi final between India's Sultans of Swing and England's The Pommy Toffs was a one-sided affair ,with the English displaying their unorthodox skills and calculating every detail.

To the delight of the capacity crowd, English Captain, 'Banger' Cameron-Smythe, performed the double-handed "Chukka Punt", a shot derived from polo, involving rotating the mallet several times at high speed above head height before leaping in the air while striking the ball with a cry of "Tally-ho, old bean, wot wot".  The Indians had no reply to these intimidating tactics, and despite burning copious amounts of incense and adopting aggressive yoga poses, went down three to one to the Poms.

The British paid attention to every detail

In a surprising move, the French team withdrew from the Final when being informed that only Darija (Moroccan Arabic) could be used on the pitch as French contained too many irregular verbs.

Morocco, as hosts, claimed a place in the finals and immediately courted controversy by slaughtering a sheep and sprinkling rose-flower water over the pitch. A protest by the British was overturned by 2,000 dirhams to 100 by the impartial rules committee chaired by the Moroccan Team leader, Salahdeen Idrissy. The games were then halted for a three hour tea and cake break.

NACA provided a sublime cake and tea service

The final was thrown into disarray when the Moroccans protested that British players had been studying local Arabic, speaking it without a permit and, worse, could understand the Moroccan coach's instructions. The rules committee informed the visitors that they needed a signed and witnessed proclamation giving them the right to speak Darija. Despite causing a 48 hour delay while the proper form was found in a small room at the rear of a Rabat police station, the Brits stubbornly stuck to their guns and arrived back on the pitch triumphantly waving the form (in triplicate and with the appropriate stamps) above their heads.

Ball tampering? The British were fined 10,000 Dirhams

The Moroccans, who had been relying on bureaucracy to save them, went into a huddle in the pavilion. They emerged several hours later with a demand that they be permitted time out to go and visit their sick grandmothers.  The British acquiesced but then, to their dismay, when the Moroccan team returned, they had switched to speaking the Amazigh language Tashelhit.


The triumphant Moroccan team

The contest went down to the wire at three games to three, before a ball tampering incident that the British denied, but later confessed to, and paid a 10,000 Dirham fine.

In the sudden-death playoff between the two captains, Salahdeen Idrissy won a convincing victory three to zero over 'Banger' Cameron-Smythe, having unnerved the Brit by whispering to him that Morocco would be part of the European Union after the British left the EU; Croquet was actually an Amazigh invention and that they had never lost a game since they defeated the Roman Empire at at the Battle of Volubilis  (four games to two) in 163 AD.  He concluded that the Romans were so demoralised that they upped stakes and returned to Rome.

Congratulations to Morocco !


Ibn Warraq would like to thank NACA and the friend of a friend's cousin for providing him with the ticket to the competition.



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Friday, March 02, 2012

The Great Female Detective Mystery

In crime fiction as in real life, it is the detective who is supposed to solve the mystery. However, life is full of mysteries and in this one, the detective is the mystery. Some time ago, the BBC published a story and photographs by Pascale Harter, of one Myriam Marzak, who was touted as being Morocco's first and only female private detective. The View from Fez wrote a charming article about Myriam at the time. Now we discover that Ms Marzak is very hard to find.

A short while after our story in 2011,  we received a request from a private investigator in the UK who wanted to get in touch with Ms Marzak as he had a case for her to work on. He had no contact details for her, so he asked us to investigate. At the same time another British PI, living in France also set out to find Myriam "Je suis un détective privé enquêteur britannique enregistrée en France. Quelqu'un peut-il aider please. Je suis espérant trouver un détective privé enquêteur au Maroc pour former une association professionnelle."

This week, the search continued as we were approached by a very talented documentary filmmaker is interested in making Myriam the subject of a documentary - if only he could find her.

A search of the phone book proved fruitless, as did an trawl through the darker sides of the Internet. However, we did discover that others have been looking for the mysterious Marzak since 2007.The View from Fez Investigative Unit donned their Fedora's, slipped on the Raybans and took to the mean streets of Casablanca in search of the mysterious Myriam. What we discovered is a tangled web of theories.

Myriam is a master (oops) mistress of disguises

Theory One - Myriam has gone into deep cover.

"Without flattering myself, I was made for this job, because I like the depth of the work. The longer I stay on a job, the more interested I get. I’ve got the patience for it. Sometimes there’s no time to eat, no time to take a break or go home when you’re tired. I am eaten up by my work. I find every case interesting and become obsessed." - Myriam Marzak
Casablanca's Corniche
Our sources say that it is very likely Myriam has assumed one of her many identities in order to infiltrate a powerful mafia outfit that operates the black-market sardine trade from fishing boats that land on the Corniche late at night. There are reports of a mysterious woman "on a bicycle" being spotted at 1am outside a well-known fish restaurant. And, as Myriam herself told the BBC "When I’m tracking someone, for example, I sometimes need to change transport, so I’ll need to ensure I have a bicycle waiting if I can’t go by car". Her old case files reveal that she was aware of the toughness of such an assignment. "The hardest criminals I’ve tracked are the Italian Mafia, because they are so alert and so untrusting," she once said.

We asked the Agence de détectives privés au Maroc on Rue Jean Jaurès in the Quartier Gautier about this theory, but they declined to comment.

Myriam was meticulous at keeping her files in order

Theory Two - Myriam has been silenced by a rival.

A more sinister theory came to light when we rang Africa's other female detective agency. A Botswana woman, Mma Precious Ramotswe, acknowledged that she had heard of Ms Marzak, "Yes, I have heard of Myriam, but I have to remind you that as a traditional woman I believe that there is only room for one female detective agency in Africa and that is mine."

So, has Precious Ramotswe been involved in getting rid of a rival? We contacted Sandy McCall Smith, who has been commissioned by Mma Precious to write her biography and history of her No.1 Ladies' Detective Agency. He spoke to The View from Fez from the agency in the Kgale Hill Shopping Centre on the outskirts of Gaborone. "If Mma Ramotswe is involved, anything could happen." He then hung up. When we phoned back, a very efficient yet high-strung secretary, Grace Makutsi, said she had never seen a Moroccan detective in her life and that Sandy McCall Smith had simply dropped in to play croquet and added, obliquely, "Any talk of a relationship between us is a load of Impala doo-doo".

One of the last faded photographs we have of Myriam working

Theory Three - Myriam has returned to France.

According to publicly available evidence, Myriam studied at a detective college in France. Some rumours persist that she has returned there to take on a teaching role. Her undercover experience would certainly be valuable for others to learn from.

"Disguise is a big part of my work. I’ve worked undercover a lot.   I lived and slept in the Paris Metro for three months on a job. I can’t tell you all the disguises I wear, but believe me, I can go unnoticed anywhere from a mosque to a brothel. I could follow you for a whole day and you wouldn’t know it. Recently I followed someone for two months, every day".


Theory Four - Myriam has changed careers.

The last theory we came across was sparked by a woman near the Casa Voyageurs train station handing us a piece of paper with the inscription; "she is working as a gellasa in a hammam." A "gellasa" is a female superintendent or manager and a hammam is a traditional bathhouse. If this is the case, we suspect that Myriam may be involved in her most dangerous under-cover assignment - searching out the hidden secret women's business in a hammam.

But is it true? Has she changed jobs, or is this another deep-cover operation? Our research is ongoing.


In the interests of enlightenment, and to assist all those who want to employ her or make documentaries about her, we need your help. Please send us any clues, photographs or even faint rumours.

NOTE: We do not believe the theory that she was a fiction created by a late night sub-editor on a slow news evening.

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