Its been a while since I last updated my blog. In fact its exactly 4months since my last post.
Anyhow, am here, not on a good note though.
I know this may seem like an outpour of my harsh emotions, but I also want to consider that someone has gone or is going through the same but they chose or have chosen to shut up about it.
Anyway, long story short, am here to vomit my displeasure with much hope that by the time I write the last fill stop, I wont bear no straight face no more.
Close to 2months ago I had a clande to with the Ministry of Tourism where I had to surrender my travel documents.
The deal didnt go as expected but still I was never contacted even as the people handling the programme had all my contacts.
When I needed to use my passport I took responsibility to call and find out how I could get it and thats when I got the news that the deal flopped.
That wasnt the main thing that moment, all I needed was my passport and Yellow fever card.
The woman (Barbra) who I personally handed my documents to asked me to go to the offices and pick them, upon reaching both her and her phone were not available.
And since then her phone acted either off or not picked.
About month later as the urgence grew for my documents, on monday I walked to the offices again, only to be informed it was a temporary office and that the event had ended hence the office closed.
Since it was being run by the ministry,I went to be helped only to find the ministers PA or secretary of sorts telling me ” by the way that woman who was cordinating your programme was a volunteer and another person came here also looking for a passport, we found it down in some box, but I don’t know where those boxes are” she added ” Try to call her, I have no credit on my phone”
In my heart am like what the hell is this? So yes that was her response, call Babra to tell you where she out ur passport.
I desparately walked out of the AC filled office habouring seemingly irresponsible chaps and kept trying the advice I got.
Nothing seemed new, I was sure she wasnt going to pick my calls after numerous unsuccessful calls the whole day.
Bless the Heavens she finally picked after a long constipational like struggle.
“Hey I need my passport” My pissed self spoke after greetings.
“I gave your passport to Agaba at the Ministry ask him” she replied witg a guilty voice
“Well, how am I supposed to know Agaba who seems to have one bame like a cat?” I asked myself
Anyway give me his number I asked abd straight away called him.
Skeptical, Agaba says oh yeah she gave me the the the….aaaaaa……
I mean the things haaa but I doooonttiiii know…..anyway ask Claire
Eh but who the fuck is Claire?
The guy says okay go to the ministry the lady you will find there is the one ask her…
But wait, this is the same woman I was talking to at first and she feigned ignorance..so?
Meanwhile all this is my credit being spent.
Anyhow, mr Agaba, am coming for my passport tomorrow. Good night.
Yes you come, I will be there early to look for it.
As if tomorrow wouldnt come., soon it was tuesday. At 2pm I called and guy is giving me stories, mehn!
When I walk to the the minstry again its blame game, witg me using my airtime to facilitate people’s careless talks of I gave you the passports, yes you did give mw stuff but never told me they were passports, I did no not me,
They were in boxes,
Wait what would official documents be kept in boxes?
Some were taken to the minister’s home, eh! Wait, at her home? For?
What would official documents be doing at the minister’s home?
Okay am really pissed give me the ministers number, and it’s off.
I gathered balls and boils and traced the minister’s Residence. At 10pm this evening I was at her residence in Nabbingo, luckily allowed in but unfortunately couldnt see her in person because she was in bed and wasn’t feeling well but she sent me a person to attend to me.
The best this person could do was to promise that lets take it tomorrow because its late now.
And just like that I my passport is lost. Because of useless and careless people earning salaries to annoy Ugandans!
Now, dear mama Maria Mutagamba, from where did you fetch these villagers posing around in town offices as officials?
Whats the criteria of getting a job in tourism ministry?
Do you know how many irresponsible chaps who sit in that ministry are?
If yes, do you know how many need to be taken to school of truth telling?
Enough of the questions. I got home at 11: 30 and am not about to push my travel again. I NEED MY DOCUMENTS ASAP.
Tomorrow am resident at the ministry.
Dear reader, sorry for the frustration let down on you but this was worth a blog. A tweet or a Facebook share is all I need from you.
Thanks for your time.
Off I smile. Uwitware