Today was Elections Day in our country.
I lost my ID document about 3 years ago and just never bothered to get a new one. I have a certified copy of that one, so I’ve been getting along fine without it. To vote however, you need a proper bar-coded ID.
With tax season that’s been way too hectic, I never got around to getting a new ID book. After tax season, I knew there was not enough time for me to apply for my ID book and then actually get it in time to vote, so I didn’t bother either.
I felt SO bad though. SO bad. One has to vote. Yesterday afternoon, just before Quintus’ rugby match, I heard that you could vote with a temporary ID!!! (Thanks so much Radio OFM for letting the general public know!)
I didn’t even stop to congratulate Quintus’ team on their amazing win. When that final whistle blew I ran to the car. I made it to the Department of Home Affairs just in time.
I had THE MOST horrible photos taken for my ID book (imagine someone who hasn’t slept, who has horrible flu and was standing outside in howling wind next to a rugby field) BUT I got my temporary ID.
This morning, together with all other proper South Africans, I stood in the cold to vote and get that horrible black ink that runs all along my fingernail
I also took Wimpy up on their offer to give every South African who voted a free cup of coffee.
What I wouldn’t do for Wimpy coffee