A Curse on Ben’s Resident Permit?
April 18th, 2008What has been going on the past few weeks? Well, the first thing that springs to mind is the issue of immigrations. I feel like I have been chasing an invisible resident permit yet I am not sure that I am getting closer. I guess what we are experiencing right now is the African bureaucracy at its absolute worst. We filled an application for a resident permit late last year for a volunteer who would come down in January to teach English and physics. Normally, it is not that difficult to get these permits as long as you see to it that all the necessary papers and documentation are securely attached to the actual application. However, something definitely went wrong this time round. The first application got lost somewhere in one of the immigration departments whether here in Mtwara or in Dar Es Salaam nobody of course knows.
Now most of us would probably ask: But how did the file get lost? I would normally call that a reasonable and commonsensical question but if you have once walked from the entrance of the office complex housing immigrations in Mtwara to the actually immigration office that question looses all its relevance. I do not know if the people working in the immigration office have a different set of eyes than I have or if they interpret what they see in a totally different manner. What I do know is that the only way that you can get to the immigrations office in Mtwara is by passing the room where they keep all the files. As soon as you pass those windows through which you see meter high piles of papers and applications. You are bound to have an ONIU (Oh-now-I-understand) experience. The chaos de la paper in the immigrations department in Mtwara is breathtaking, and I do not mean to compare it with a sunset by the seafront. It is breathtaking in the sense that you lose you breath due to dust.
Now that I think about it, it is actually a very clever move to make people walk past that chaos de la paper. People who come to complain about their visas are immediately discouraged. If they came there to ask how did my file get lost and then see the chaos in the filing room, then simply accept that the file got lost. I mean the reason is right there in front of them. No need to ask for any sort of explanation really. It seems to work as a kind of defence mechanism as it makes sure that people entering the immigration office are already accepting the state of affairs. But let us see. Today might be the day where we can get some information about the resident permit. My fingers are crossed and the rainy season might have made the dust fall down in the office at immigrations. Well, I hope so.
