When I arrived at approximately a quarter past 8 a.m., there were already five people seated. Since everyone had to take a seat and didn't need to remember who came first, before, or after who, they were given paper tags for queuing and coordination.
This was Friday, 25th February, 2022.
I wiped the surface of the plastic seat to check for dust as I was about to sit (we were sitting in the open, by the roadside, in front of the office building downstairs), and there was a slow but steady accumulation of dust, both on the seats and on us, the people.
I was in the Glo office, Nigeria's indigenous telecom service provider, dealing with every conceivable indigenous telecom service problem...
I had visited this office a few weeks before but had been unable to get a new SIM card. That was my motivation for going today. The National Identification Number (NIN) service was down across the country, we were told. As a result, there was little anyone could do about the purchase and retrieval of SIM cards.
The NIN is the offspring of today's human control systems being developed all around the world. NIN is Nigeria's domesticated version. The Bank Verification Number (BVN), which was mandated a few years ago, is very similar. One may make a case for either NIN or BVN, and with good reason.
Given the direction of world events, however, anyone who cares to know and comprehend what is going on will clearly perceive that behind every government-mandated identity and security detail is a worrisome truth. In the global system of human control operations, the government as we know it today is only a pawn.
Today, it is the 1% of the 1% who are attempting to control the lives of almost 7 billion people on earth. This is my personal viewpoint, and you are under no obligation to agree with me. However, if world powers want to persuade you to give up your privacy and independence, they must sell you something compelling.
OK, So, while this piece isn't about the global agenda, it does touch on it. Let's get back to the point.
The Glo office was a rented space. The second floor of a two-story structure. So Fresh was on the ground floor. This morning, I didn't eat anything before leaving the house. Except I had to leave for work, so it was ideal. The rich-looking shawarma offered on So Fresh's outer glass display piqued my interest. Hunger! That was all I could do in the end.
While I was waiting for my turn, a distant relative of mine called, which surprised me because he seldom calls at that hour. There was, however, something to talk about. Later today or tomorrow, I was supposed to call him. Nonetheless, the call was long overdue.
It was already my turn to be served, and I had been on the phone for about 5 minutes. I'd already completed the necessary paperwork for the new SIM purchase. So all I had to do was sit across from the customer support representative as she went over my information. It was time to capture her facial and finger prints once she was satisfied. I got through it while the call was still going on. I wasn't finished with the call by the time she was finished with me and needed my cash. She had to keep the SIM card in her hands while I finished my call or made my payment.
I was going to make a transfer because I didn't have enough cash on me. However, I was unable to complete the transfer since my data connection had been inactive as a result of being on the phone for so long. If I had been linked to a WiFi network, it would have been simple.
To continue my call, I stepped out onto the balcony. It was an extremely important conversation, and I wasn't going to rush through it. It was already a few minutes past 11 a.m. by the time I finished the call. I made my transfer and awaited reception confirmation, but their network was down (it's not strange that a telco provider in Nigeria doesn't have service right in the service center).
I waited a little longer before I couldn't take it any longer. So that I could go, I had to show the lady attendant my bank debit receipt. Despite the fact that she appeared dissatisfied, I had no choice but to depart rather than suffer for their own insufficiency. It was already 11:41 a.m. when I went out of the building.
This was my the entire process of purchasing a new SIM card. What a day it was.
Thank you for your time...
CN Humphrey.
