I stopped taking humans seriously when I learned that a human being needs a birth certificate as proof of life as if their existence is in question, and a death certificate when they die to prove that they are dead and buried.  When my daughter was born, I was advised to wait for two months before applying for a birth certificate at the Registrar of births and deaths office in Kenya.

I waited, and after two months, the office told me that I needed to wait for another month. I waited for two more months, just in case, because I could not afford to go there and be turned back again. After application, I was told to go back after three months to pick up the birth certificate. I went back to the office after three months, and there was still no birth certificate. I was advised to wait for another month. I graciously waited for two months, because I knew governments, well, are just governments.

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