Why Zim is failing
I RECENTLY visited Rowan Martin Complex for municipal business. Our consultant suggested this and assured me that council officials wouldn’t ask for a bribe from me, a vice they are notorious for. As a town planner, our consultant deals with council on a daily basis and says hardly a day passes without being asked for a bribe to facilitate transactions. She thought I would be instantly recognised and treated differently.
I was not ready for what I was about to experience. I had made an appointment with one of the officials (name withheld) and figured out mine would be an easy in-and-out affair as I had all the requisite documents.
The first sign that this was not a normal place was right at reception. A security guard was on the phone explaining his terms for something he was being asked to do. An elderly lady at the reception showed marginal interest in helping me. She pointed me upstairs when I named the person I had an appointment with.
“Lifts are not working,” the lady and security guard shouted in unison as l tried to order the lift. I walked the dirty and dimly lit stairs to the first floor.
Hand-written office numbers and other instructions were not much help in figuring out where I could find my man. I walked through the first open door and the occupant, who was visibly unhappy with my unannounced and uninvited entry, rudely directed me to the appropriate office.
The door was closed. I could hear voices from within suggesting there was an important meeting in the room. I knocked and waited. Some guy, phone in hand and clearly not responding to my knock, walked out.
As he walked away I inquired if that was the office I was looking for; I told him the name of the person I was looking for. He confirmed it was but was intent on continuing to ignore me. I was having none of that attitude. He eventually asked me what I wanted and he then asked for my papers, after which he directed me to another office.
What I saw next raised my blood pressure and anger levels.
One of the four staff members in this office had his eyes glued to a video clip on his phone with the volume turned up. There were people waiting to be served. I jokingly asked if I too could join in watching the clip. As he was availing his phone for us to watch I could not hide my disgust and I gave him my piece of mind. I told him sternly that was not what he was paid to do, particularly when the people who pay his salary are waiting to be served.
He said his boss was not around but he was visibly embarrassed and so were his colleagues. As I walked out, members of the public in the corridor thanked me. What for, I hear you asking. For taking a stand on rude and unhelpful public officials?
We all should do this everyday. We are the long-suffering citizens, ratepayers and taxpayers, but we somehow believe we are powerless to speak up against this nonsense!
My experience at Rowan Martin is a replica of what takes place daily at central and local government offices. Members of the public are humiliated daily as they seek to be served by public officials. There is no politician instigating this terrible behaviour. It is just who we have become through years of being abused.