Something Short But Crucial

Immigration is a fact of life and humans have been doing it for centuries. We made it complex by building embassies and consulates around the world so that before we move to any other place we get a chance to feel at home through an annexe of our government in that new place where we’ve moved to. We going through several processes of documenting ourselves so as to confirm our good behaviours. We also pay money so that those consulates and foreign missions keep running and providing the services we need. Usually, we do this in expectation of a kind of courtesy in return from the consulates. After all, they are set up to help citizens far away from home.

Some things had been bothering me for a long time. I work in a language lab affiliated with a foreign language department. Occasionally, I get to handle the employment papers of foreign students from France, Germany, Spain and Mexico who are in the department to help with conversation hours and language tutoring of our students. Something that has amazed me over time is the amount of time given for their passports to expire. German and French passports give ten years. This means that if you obtain the passport in 2002, you would not need to renew it again until 2012. I first thought that this was a fluke until I looked at several students’ passport and confirmed that indeed, it is the trend. It’s the same for American passports, and very many others.

You know where I’m going with this: Nigerian passports don’t enjoy the same privilege. Before getting the passport, I remember a couple of gruelling days spent at the immigration office in Ibadan first to hear that due to some strange reason, I will not be issued a passport in the particular branch because they were all sold out; I should go to Abeokuta instead. I didn’t buy it, went back to my university, got an official letter stating that I didn’t have that much time to travel around and it was important that I got it as soon as possible, and returned there to speak with someone who looked like a higher officer. Many days later, and after paying money a little more money than necessary, I got it, only to find that after five years, I would need to renew it again going with a chance of going through an even harder process when the time comes. And one could see their point, right? Make the process of obtaining something as simple as a passport so hard that people will think twice before leaving the country – even if it is to progress in their careers or escape a hard condition of living.

And so last week, I discovered that not only has that certain inefficiency in my country’s immigration department followed them from local Immigration Offices into foreign consular offices, the same attitude to citizens which resembles nothing else but contempt seems to determine the way they conduct their businesses. I don’t know about Nigerian embassies in other countries but what I have seen of their behaviour in Washington leaves much to be desired. A Nigerian – not me – and a Fulbright scholar studying here in this state had sent her passport for renewal. Along with the required fees and forms completed, she also sent a self-addressed envelope. A few weeks later, the passport returned along with the forms and the fees. There were no letters addressed to this citizen who had done all that is necessary in formal situations to apply for a passport renewal. There were no letter heads. All that came with this travel document was a post-it note written by hand and stuck to the back of the passport, which simply read: “Your passport hasn’t expired yet.”

Welcome to Nigerian diplomacy.

On Miles Of Open Road

It didn’t promise to be easy, so it wasn’t. It even took taking turns moving the Nissan beast across the stretch of tar from one end of the state to the other, but we did make it here in one piece. “Here” is Kansas City – a city that stretches across two state boundaries. (It didn’t make much sense at first that Missouri would have two big cities on the two ends of its stretch from east to west). The part of the city that is replicated after much of Rome and Paris is on the Missouri side of the state line while the other side that gets the “What the hell are you looking for out there” is in the state of Kansas from where I’m typing this, my back against the soft sheets of a cozy but affordable hotel bedroom. One good thing about being in a remote part of the country is the affordability of the hotel rooms. Now that’s it…

NOT!

We did stop by at the Westminster College at Fulton (MO) to see the spot where Winston Churchill delivered his “Iron Curtain” speech. It was such a delight. More than just a private college, the campus bears many markers to the prominence of Churchill’s 1946 visit to the place. A larger than life sized casting of the man stands at the back of the Westminster church (pictured above with three of my c0-travellers). There is an enormous collection of pictures, videos, short films and documentaries, and artifacts in the Churchill museum (even though, now that I think about it, I doubt that it was called the “Churchill museum”). It all put the progress of the world from the First World War to the Second one, and later to the Cold War, into perspective, especially from the role of Churchill, Roosevelt, Stalin, Truman, and Hitler. It was such an awesome place to see. After taking plenty pictures, we took off and headed off to Kansas City. Later today, we’ll complement our knowledge at the World War I memorial in the city.

The other parts of the evening that include dancing cowgirls, drunk young men, delicious fries and cole slaw, cool drinks, warm patios, unexpected faces from Edwardsville, music, dance and laughter will remain impossible to adequately express so I won’t even try. Not tonight at least with sleep bags under my eyes. I’ll just go to bed. Thank you for reading my rants. The daily stats on the blog has always amazed me.

Greetings from flyover country, halfway across the land.

Men On the Road

It snowed here yesterday, for the first time this season. The last time I saw my first snow was Christmas day 2009 and I’d wondered if the snow always timed itself for a special occasion. Yesterday was Thanskgiving and the snowfall was just as appropriate a blessing. I spent much of the day as a guest of a family my friend and fellow student linguist in St. Louis playing pool, getting stuffed (in a good, gastronomically pleasant way), laughing, meeting new people, and just being a good young boy in pleasant company. I haven’t done this in a while so it was a good break out of the stress of chasing the trees of syntax or the twists of ESL teaching assessment procedures.

Now I’m back home listening to George Lopez monologue of race jokes: “Happy Thanksgiving to everyone. And if you’re Native American, happy Thursday…” It was a wonderful day.

Tomorrow will find me on the road with three other gentlemen on a trip across at least two state lines. We are heading to the state of Kansas in search of knowledge and treasures. On this trip, we intend to visit the famous World War I Museum at Kansas City as well as the Westminster College in Fulton, Missouri, where British Prime Minister Winston Churchill delivered his now famous “Iron Curtain” Speech in March 1946. There are no train routes from Edwardsville to Kansas City as there are between the many states of Europe because this country built its own treasures in Interstate roads rather than rails. And what a shame that would have been in the absence of a true pleasure of driving across town. And it is for that reason that this road trip will serve two main goals: one, to discover what lay in the westward side of the country while passing through the countryside with our feet virtually on the ground; and two, to spend the rest of our free time undertaking an endeavour more productive than remaining at home to stare out the window at migrating birds.

Fortunately – or unfortunately, depending on who’s talking – snow has begun to fall and promises to make the journey even a little more colourful. See you at the end of the weekend, except of course we also get a chance to use the internet. And Happy Thanksgiving to you.

PS: Kansas City, not particularly a famous tourist destination reportedly has more boulevards than Paris and more fountains than any other city in the world except for Rome. (Source: Wikitravel). This explains why EVERYONE we’ve told of this trip had responded with “What the hell is in Kansas City?” I guess we’re about to find out.

More from Hannibal

A few more pictures from Hannibal, Missouri where the writer Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens) spent much of his childhood.

Chicago-St.Louis

O’Hare International Airport looked ordinary. All that concerned me was that I was able to use the internet though I had to pay for it. A few hours later, on the megabus from downtown to St.Louis, I was able to continue, just before I dosed off and found myself back in St. Louis early in the morning. Even that city hasn’t changed, and it welcomed me with the warm breeze of the morning.

I definitely have changed, even if I say so myself. I carry some baggage of stress from all my “summer” travels, but it feels good to be finally “home” in one piece. Thank you for all the “congratulatory” messages. I appreciate them :). Now, time to get back to work.