I recently applied and received a visa to the United Kingdom, where I hope to visit before the snow blizzards descend by Christmas. I can only endure a degree of cold, for a limited duration, and I have nothing but gratitude for the professional treatment I received at the VFS Kenya offices at Principal Place, in Westlands.
Monday, however, was special. Having received a notification that my passport was ready for collection the previous week, I arrived around noon to pick the document. The website and the email notifications showed pickup times to be between midday to 3pm.
But the female attendant that I met there took a look at my receipt and circled a small print that indicated different hours: it was 2 to 5pm, she said firmly. The email and website were for VFS Global; she said. This was VFS Kenya office.
Quite honestly, I can’t tell the difference between VFS Kenya and VFS Global, which is why I first reported for interview at the Global office on Waiyaki Way. Since one can’t argue with such facts, especially when delivered with such firmness, I opted for the option of paying a “convenience fee” of Sh1,200, instead of waiting until 2pm.
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It was while I waited to make the transaction that I witnessed what made my week. The female attendant turned to her male colleague and delivered words in the genteel singsong of Kikamba, a language I understand perfectly. “Wasia ata? Ke ngutavie…”
This was so refreshing as folks in such offices that have links with the external world tend to display certain airs, almost a disdain, for their compatriots, so hearing Kikamba was music to the ears.
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I recently applied and received a visa to the United Kingdom, where I hope to visit before the snow blizzards descend by Christmas. I can only endure a degree of cold, for a limited duration, and I have nothing but gratitude for the professional treatment I received at the VFS Kenya offices at Principal Place, in Westlands.
Monday, however, was special. Having received a notification that my passport was ready for collection the previous week, I arrived around noon to pick the document. The website and the email notifications showed pickup times to be between midday to 3pm.
But the female attendant that I met there took a look at my receipt and circled a small print that indicated different hours: it was 2 to 5pm, she said firmly. The email and website were for VFS Global; she said. This was VFS Kenya office.
Quite honestly, I can’t tell the difference between VFS Kenya and VFS Global, which is why I first reported for interview at the Global office on Waiyaki Way. Since one can’t argue with such facts, especially when delivered with such firmness, I opted for the option of paying a “convenience fee” of Sh1,200, instead of waiting until 2pm.
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It was while I waited to make the transaction that I witnessed what made my week. The female attendant turned to her male colleague and delivered words in the genteel singsong of Kikamba, a language I understand perfectly. “Wasia ata? Ke ngutavie…”
This was so refreshing as folks in such offices that have links with the external world tend to display certain airs, almost a disdain, for their compatriots, so hearing Kikamba was music to the ears.
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By Peter Kimani