Censeless… you can count on it!

The guy in the blinding yellow knock on your door, asks to come in. You check his credentials, and do as requested.

You offer coffee – the visit is going to take more than 10 minutes, afterall. He’s nice, this man, that you have to let into your house. Immaculate manner, soft spoken, you somehow can’t help but trust him.

His pulls out his papers, as you fills the cup with steaming coffee. He pulls his sleeves up and then you see it. A Tatoe – not the artistic one of a little dolphin or a Chinese word meaning something nice translated. No, it’s that crude green-only ones, made in an overpopulated prison somewhere in South Africa.

You mind flies to newspaper articles, written a week or so ago, about this armed robber who missed his court date because he was on training do to census. Is it him? Is he violent? Are you going to survive this count?

 

Don’t worry says, Statistician General Pali Lohahla,  a week after the story broke, we have checked the background of all the people who will come into your homes. Last count those numbered more than 150-thousand. Whoa, that was fast.

I was going to allow the counters to come into my home, tick me and my family off, so that government can make decisions on how to better service delivery.

I’m hoping the guy comes on a nice Spring Day, cause he’s not getting past my security gates. I answer all his questions, but the coffee, biscuit and some HD TV watching while I look for some documents for him, is out.

Sorry bro, but my fears have to count.