Seeing as I needed to update my passport and I am somewhat of a social
masochist I journeyed into the land of the civil servants today, also
known as the Nigerian Immigration Office. I only had to take my
picture and seeing as civil servants in any respect are people who
were made especially to work in slow motion, I resigned that the
process should take me no more than 2 hours (just a simple point and
click right?).
Before I even get into the labyrinth that is the immigration office I first encountered a barrage of people outside the gates. These people were selling everything: leather passport cases,passport photographs, food, drinks, ice cream and of course recharge cards. Apparently, these hawkers have presented themselves to be a
problem because right in front of the gates was a sign that said
"Please do not patronise touts." I wondered to myself if they actually
think of themselves as touts or just business savvy entrepreneurs who
concur with the rule about the touts...hmmmmm.
I wriggled my way through the people and found myself a waiting area
under a huge canopy. The first thing that caught my eye was that there
was a VIP section for taking photographs! I watched the people who
went through the VIP doors and they included a police officer, some
kind of government official, a few people that I could only identify
as "big boys" and a reverend father (I guess the latter has been
deemed a VIP by higher powers). As I sat and waited, I noticed that
there were about 3 chickens parading themselves around the waiting
area. There was a particularly bold one that was so used to human
interaction that it walked between people's legs. I thought to myself
"if the chickens were having their pictures taken, this one would
definitely be a VIP."
After waiting a meagre 3 hours, I was called into a room only to find out that there was a line of about 15 people ahead of me. I know what you're thinking, 15 aren't that many, and they're just taking a picture, right? Ha! This could have been the case but the person taking the pictures had the attention span of a
gnat. He would take a picture, get a phone call, be spoken to by random minions of the bureaucracy about how the oga has demanded that some people be moved to the VIP. He was also asked if he wanted to order an egg with his lunch because Iya Shaki had run out of beans.
It is my belief that in every waiting room there is a child who is
employed to be loud and very difficult to control. In this one, there
were two. They ran, they screamed, they spat, they twirled, they cried
and this was all before they even had to take the picture! Their
mother looked very resigned to the noise but would make feeble attempts to bribe them to be quiet with biscuits and what I believe to have been orange-flavoured milk. As I was considering having my tubes tied, my turn came, I took my picture, got fingerprinted, accepted the fact that everyone looks like a convict in their passport picture and left the office.
I can only advise that on your next trip to the bureaucracy bring
something to read, an MP3 player and maybe your own tranquilizer gun (if the children go a little too far).
Xo, Nola
4 comments:
Lol @ "orange-flavored milk." I've always wondered about all these fruit flavored milks, they all seem so dodgy.
you and me both sir
you must have gone to the passport office in ikoyi... tell me Im right.. lol
I ended up not taking my picture in the "vip" section cuz it was too crowded
but I did manage to take a picture of one of the chickens in the sitting area outside... I was passing by and saw it and thot it was kinda funny... i couldnt resist taking a picture... imagine sitting and then getting assaulted by a chicken... it didnt happen... but my mind did give it some thought
I read this blog again this morning and it kept me smiling to myself all day-got some strange looks from other motorists!
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