(alternative title: Color Me Democracy--I've been listening to too many 80's songs, or the Mystery of the Black Finger)
I was in a meeting last week when I noticed that one of my Congolese colleague had a blackened tip of his finger. I winced, imagining the force of a door slamming to bruise both finger and nail.
Then I started noticing more and more black fingers. Were people just being careless? I would have to be more careful when locking the bathroom door behind me.
The second meeting of the day started with a little bit of banter and discussion on the new voting cards in Congo. Boy oh boy are those cards sophisticated: they have names of the voters but also their picture, fingerprints and a code bar. AND they're laminated! I announced in a little voice, that ours were made from paper and still printed on those printers that need paper with perforated holes in the side of them. It's embarrassing.
I suddenly felt a little light bulb go "ping!" in my head when I realized that my colleague's had not been banging their little fingers in doors, instead had been getting registered for voting and dipping their fingers in ink for fingerprint.
Black is the new color of democracy. (Now if they could only get their fingerprint database up and running...)
I would like to thank Kim for posting on my map. Thanks Kim! And I guess this is as good a time as any to mention that I have this wonderful Guest Map (see side bar), and that you would be a wonderful guest for pinning on my map.