I have had occasion to seek government services in recent weeks and I am delighted to say things seem to be working, even when the nation seems to be in a state of paralysis. My last port of call was the Westlands DC’s office, where I took the eldest man of the house to secure a national ID, now that he’s come of age.
A gentleman called Kamau was very helpful, as were other attendants whose names I picked along the way: Bwana Nyaga did the finger-printing; Carol did the photo, and Stella was the one who did a “live capture,” which is a strange way of defining biometrics.