Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Death and Taxes

All U.S. citizens working and residing abroad are required to file and reports on their worldwide income.
- Unites States Government
 
Habari,

Hey folks, the above statement is imprinted on every U.S. citizen’s passport.  It is Uncle Sam’s way of telling us that no matter where we are in the world, we better have his money.  Now, there are some tax benefits to working abroad, but you need an MIT scientist to decipher the international tax code.  Good or bad though, everyone in the U.S. is required to pay taxes.  We playfully use the statement, “the only thing that’s guaranteed in life is death and taxes.”   

Some of you may quip about the inequality in the amount of taxes paid by each citizen and we all know there are criminals who don’t pay any taxes at all.  Rest assured that Uncle Sam’s henchmen will eventually bring these outlaws down.  With all of the criminal activity that goes on in America, the Taxman has succeeded where regular lawmakers have failed in bringing down the most notorious criminals in our history.  The message is clear, you can rob, cheat and kill as much as you want, but you better have Uncle Sam’s money.  LOL.  I’m just kidding… a little. 

Now I bring all of this up, because I found out a very interesting piece of information about Kenya this weekend.  My operations manager invited the team to lunch at her home.  There was one Nigerian, one Tanzanian, a person from the DRC, seven Kenyans and me.  Yes, I am embracing the continent!!  The television was on just for background noise and the problems of corruption in Nigeria came the screen.  This sparked a very interesting conversation about government officials. 

The Kenyans in the room informed us that their government officials don’t pay taxes.  WTF!! The hair on the back of my neck stood up and my mouth was hung open.  I was outraged.  I don’t understand the reasoning behind this even after they explained it to me.  In my opinion, EVERYBODY should pay taxes.  These government officials are some of the richest citizens in their country, but they pay no taxes.  SMH. Kenya really could use their tax money.  There are basic infrastructure problems that could be taken care of if their tax money was properly applied.

Every time I travel over impassable roads or sit in darkness because the lights went out in Kenya, I think about how our tax dollars are used in the States.  We complain about a bad pot hole here and there or the streets not being cleared quick enough after a snow storm, but we don’t have to face these kinds of problems.  If you want to get Americans to the voting poles, take away their basic comforts. 

Most Americans would not have the patience for this place, yet it has given me such an appreciation for the place I call home.  It seems unthinkable in America that our tax dollars wouldn’t provide the basic infrastructure, good roads, clean water and stable electricity.  Here, it seems to be something you  learn to live with.  I think I may have mentioned a meeting I was having with the Africa CFO and the lights went out.  We didn’t skip a beat while continuing our conversation in complete darkness.  True story.  While we were talking another group came into the room hoping they could use it even though it was pitch black.
 
Nairobi Kenya is one of the better cities in Africa.  It’s not as stable as South Africa, but you can live a normal urban life here.  I know I talk about the stranger parts of the experience, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.  Many parts of the land is beautiful and the weather is amazing.  As I write this, the temperature is 64 degrees, which is perfect for a person like me who hates to sweat.  The Kenyan people are some of the best I’ve met in the world. They work hard for their money and that amount is not a lot by U.S. standards, but they pay their taxes.  I think their government officials should too.

I will see you all back here next week.

Asante Sana,

Della Rochelle
Copyright © 2012 by Della Rochelle Williams

Monday, July 9, 2012

It’s Not Done, Until It’s Done


Habari, 

Well, about a month ago my work permit was approved by the Kenyan government.  Little did I know that it was just the beginning of a long process.  First, after the work permit was approved, the payment had to be processed.  Now you would think an organization or entity, of any kind, would process any payment coming to them very quickly.  It took three weeks for the process to be approved.  I was shocked.  

The next thing that has to occur was the stamping of my passport.  This will prevent me from having to stand in the long lines of tourist when I come back into the country.  Now, that almost makes all of this half way worth it.  I can’t tell you how many hours I have spent in the immigration lines.  The problem with this stamping is that you have to physically give your passport to a messenger and trust that he will return with it in a couple of days. 

Well, as you can all imagine, I gave the young man a nice talking to when I handed him my passport.  I made it clear what the consequences would be if even a page was lost out of my passport.  Now he smiled a cheesy grin at me, so I’m not sure he understood me.  I think he got the message when I showed him my fist.  Yes I did.  I’ll just say, my passport came back properly stamped and in one piece.

Now that my passport is stamped, and everything is approved, I have to go get my National Social Security Fund, Alien Registration Card, National Hospital Insurance Fund card and Tax Personal Identification Number (PIN). 

Every last one of these items could take a half a day’s work to get done properly.  Now this is how I know I have grown since I left the United States.  I have learned patience and tolerance on a whole different level.  I have given up the urge to give the rude woman behind the desk a piece of my mind when she gives me attitude when I ask her a question.  I have stopped displaying my frustration when I’ve waiting in line for what seems like hours when the person behind the desk moves at a snail’s pace.

Nope, I have learned to entertainment myself during these trying times.  Thank God for the I-Pad.  I can entertain myself for hours with this one little device.  Now, some of you may say, you need to be careful carrying an I-Pad openly in a foreign country.  All I can say in response to that is, the amount of frustration I build up in these situations, couldn’t find a better target to be unleashed upon, than on the individual who tries to steal my I-Pad.  As much as I enjoy some of the theater that goes on these situations, having anything stolen from me would force me into a temporary psychotic break. 

I have to ask you all to pray for me over the next few weeks as I attempt to obtain the rest of my government documents.  I’m sure the adventure obtaining each document could serve as its own blog entry.  As I settled into my alien life in Nairobi, I’m sure I will have tons of stories to tell and those that I can’t tell in this open forum.  The list of untold stories is really starting to pile up.  SMH.  My face to face conversations will be very interesting for quite some time. 

Well folks, I’m going to close this out.  Next week I will tell the story of obtaining my NSSF and alien cards.  It’s bound to be entertaining.  Until then…

Asante sana,

Della Rochelle
Copyright © 2012 by Della Rochelle Williams