Alright, let’s talk about this Congo ID card thing, you know, the one they call “Buy Democratic Republic of the Congo ID Card.” I don’t know much about fancy words or computers, but I’ll tell you what I heard.
First off, they say in Congo, when people meet, the men, sometimes the women too, they bump their heads together three times, side to side, and then forehead to forehead. Sounds kinda funny, like them goats butting heads back on the farm. And they call the women “Mama,” out of respect, you know, like being polite. That’s nice, I always say being polite don’t cost a thing.
Now, about this ID card. Seems like a big deal over there. I heard some folks talking about how the people over there, they been wanting new ID cards for a long, long time. Like, decades they say. Decades! That’s a whole lotta years, more than the chickens I’ve raised, and I raised a whole lot. Seems like their government promised them new cards, especially ’cause they were having some elections or somethin’. Elections are important, I guess, like choosing who gets to boss you around, but not as important as getting your garden planted on time.
- They say getting one of these ID cards ain’t easy. Some places, like them refugee people, they got folks trying to help them get cards. That’s good, everyone needs a piece of paper to say who they are, I reckon. Otherwise, how’s the government gonna know who to send them tax bills to? Not that I ever got a tax bill, mind you.
- And if you want a card, you gotta show some papers, like a passport copy. Now, I don’t even have a driver’s license let alone one of them fancy passports. Never needed one. My face is my passport round here. But these Congo folks, they need a passport copy, or if that passport got lost or stolen, well, I guess you’re in a pickle.
I also heard tell that there was some big money involved. Millions of dollars, they said! For some kind of system to make these cards and deliver them. Biometric, they called it. Sounded like something outta them sci-fi movies my grandson watches. But then, they went and cancelled the whole thing. Just like that! Poof! Gone! All that money, down the drain, like dishwater after supper. Makes you wonder, don’t it? Who pocketed all that cash? Probably some city slicker in a fancy suit. They’re always up to no good, those city folk.
Now, I don’t know why anyone would want to buy a Democratic Republic of the Congo ID card, unless you live there, of course. But if you do need one, seems like you gotta jump through a lot of hoops. And I heard they even got old cards, from way back, like from 1884 to 2019. Imagine that! A hundred years of cards! That’s a lot of paper, probably enough to start a bonfire big enough to roast a whole pig. Maybe even two!
And if you need a bunch of these cards, like for your work buddies or somethin’, they say you can order “presentation-ready copies.” Sounds fancy, doesn’t it? Like something you’d get at a fancy store in the big city. But I bet it just means they come in a nice folder or somethin’. Nothing us country folk can’t do with a little bit of cardboard and some glue.
So, that’s the long and short of it. That’s what I heard about this Democratic Republic of the Congo ID card. Seems complicated, like most things the government does. Me? I’ll stick to my chickens and my garden. At least I know what I’m getting with them. And if I need to know someone, well, I’ll just ask ‘em their name. No need for fancy cards or biometric systems in my neck of the woods.
Getting an ID card seems important for them Congo people, for voting and such. But from what I hear, it’s a whole lot of fuss and bother. Maybe one day they’ll figure it all out and everyone will have a card, easy peasy. But until then, it sounds like a mess. Just like my chicken coop after a fox gets in. A real mess.
Anyways, that’s all I know. Hope it makes some sense to you city folk. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go feed them chickens. They ain’t gonna wait around all day for their supper, unlike some folks waitin’ for them ID cards.