South African Home Affairs DG on New Visa Requirements for Children

STATEMENT BY HOME AFFAIRS DIRECTOR-GENERAL MKUSELI APLENI AT THE MEDIA BRIEFING ON NEW REQUIREMENTS FOR TRAVELLING WITH CHILDREN COMING INTO EFFECT ON 1 JUNE 2015
Friday, 29 May 2015
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to this special briefing ahead of the 1st June implementation of new requirements for travelling with children. We called this briefing because we needed to clarify a few issues.
By now you know that the requirements for children travelling to or from the Republic of South Africa take effect next Monday, 1 June 2015. The requirements are aimed at establishing the principle that all children must have the consent of their parents when travelling into or out of the Republic.
The new requirements will apply to South African children, under 18, upon leaving the Republic, and children who are foreign nationals and who are visa exempt when travelling through a port of entry of the Republic.
Children who apply for a South African visa at any mission or VFS service-point will have to submit the required additional documents, such as unabridged birth certificates.
I said on Tuesday, 26 May, that the Department has a backlog of around 4,000 applications for unabridged birth certificates. For smooth implementation, we are pulling out all the stops and are now left with only 800 applications to clear.
The 800 applications include where supporting documents are not available. We will continue sending reminders through text messages. Since people change their numbers from time to time, we have explored other mechanisms for reaching them.
Accordingly, we now have dedicated numbers for people to call for assistance in the event they have not received their documents and need to travel. Here are the numbers they should to call: 072 634 0589; 072 634 0614; 073 567 6208; and 073 567 5968.
Those who have applied for unabridged birth certificates and are planning to travel, and had not received documents, are advised to visit any office of Home Affairs to request a document that will allow them to travel with children through our ports of entry.
I must reiterate that where both parents are travelling with valid passports and visas the unabridged birth certificate is not a requirement since these additional documents would have been provided when applications were made for passports and visas.
It is where one parent or another person is travelling with somebody else’s child that we require valid passports, an unabridged birth certificate, and parental consent affidavits.
Travellers who are from countries that are not visa-exempt do not have to bring along unabridged birth certificates for the child/children travelling with. The Visa Exemption List is on the Home Affairs website.
We do not understand the claims that our requirements are unique, not applicable elsewhere, and would have consequences for tourism and the economy in general. Our regulations were benchmarked even with countries attracting more tourists. SA citizens are also required to have these documents when going to some countries of the world.
It was also due to requirements expected of our citizens by other countries that we decided to move towards issuing the unabridged birth certificate with the child’s and parent(s) particulars in it.
A number of countries ask for additional documents for travelling with children, including, the United Kingdom, Canada, Australia and Schengen countries like France, Germany, Italy and Spain. The United States recommends where a child is not travelling with both parents that the travelling parent or guardian should have a note showing parental consent.
Through DIRCO we requested countries to provide a specimen of their unabridged birth certificates or equivalent documents and they have responded to our request, including from both visa-exempt countries and those requiring visas.
One other issue that was raised for clarity has been that of language in which documents would have been issued by other countries. Based on the specimen of unabridged birth certificates or equivalent documents we have received from countries, we are not requiring any translations from travellers, as we are able to verify their documents through the received documents, among other things.
Immigration Officers will have specimen at the ports of entry for verification.
In addition, where translation is required, we do this at no cost at South African foreign embassies abroad. We will limit delays at ports of entry.
We are looking forward to a smooth process with only limited glitches as would be expected of any new endeavour or project. At South Africa’s ports of entry, there will be Immigration Officers who will focus on checking the required documents when travellers reach the Home Affairs security zone.
We have also posted on our website the formats that people and countries should refer to for the Parental Consent Affidavit and the Equivalent Document in lieu of the unabridged birth certificate, as well as a detailed immigration advisory on new requirements for travelling with children through South Africa’s ports of entry.
Though this is a matter for another day, we need to remember that South Africa is not the only country in the world asking people to apply for visas in person, for the purpose of biometrics. Those going to the US, Sweden and the UK also apply in person. For Sweden, all applications are made only in Pretoria, in person.
People in our country are also doing the same, travelling to limited centres to apply in person for their visas, and I am yet to hear of queries regarding how this will impact on tourism in countries that they have selected to visit.
To round up, these are the exemptions:
• Minors who travelled prior to 1 June 2015 will not be required to produce supporting documents should the return leg of the journey occur after 1 June.
• No supporting documents will be required in the case of minors in direct transit at an international airport.
• Minors in possession of valid SA visas shall not be required to produce additional documents when travelling through a port of entry of the Republic.
• In the case of countries that endorse the particulars of parents in children’s passports, or other official identification documents, these documents shall be acceptable for the purpose of establishing the identity of parents of the travelling minor. Example: Indian passports record the parents’ names on the passport. In this instance, the requirement of an unabridged birth certificate may be dispensed with.
Where any parent/s recorded in an unabridged birth certificate or equivalent document, are unable to consent to the travel by a child due to recent death, or mental or physical disability, persons acting on behalf of the child/children may apply for a special dispensation in lieu of the parental consent affidavit by directing a request and full motivation, together with all supporting documents (example, treating medical practitioners certificate), to the Office of the Director-General of Home Affairs, at the following e-mail address: consent@dha.gov.za
I thank you for attending.
Note to Editors: Attached herein the background document.

ISSUED BY THE DEPARTMENT OF HOME AFFAIRS

Uncovering a Truth in a Tragedy

Once again, it’s been the best and worst of times for our country – and our little slice of it, in particular.

Over the past few weeks, we’ve hardly had time to blink. From one crime or disaster to another, it was hardly surprising that expatriates named and shamed us (and tried to hide a certain relief that they’d left).

The problem with people, though, is people. I have watched a nation being tarnished, lambasted and split along racial lines; its sunny, Mandela-painted reputation blotted. If I was a real-deal conspiracy theorist, this would look like an undercover smear campaign to me.

But here in Port Elizabeth and surrounds, I’ve also noticed an incredible force at work. Something biological, perhaps, rooted in nature; or possibly a sign that in the Eastern Cape, community is an action word, not just a concept.

When one of our own was murdered last month, we united against evil, crime, women abuse and every other despicable assault on the human right to live peacefully – and to be safe at home. I felt the event more keenly than some, because I share a past with many of the people connected to the tragedy.

Elsewhere in our communities, other women shared the same fate, or will soon. What happened to Jayde Panayiotou should not happen to anybody. Regardless of the circumstances, suspects and facts (or rumours) surrounding a tragedy like this, this is what we banded together for and said: we will not have this happening in our neighbourhood, or yours; and we will not stand for it.

In times of crisis, people become their true selves. Perhaps, says Maia Szalvitz, a TIME magazine neuroscience journalist, it is because we are wired this way.

“Our brains are designed so that our stress systems can be soothed by social support: in response to the calming words or gentle touch of loved ones, for example, the bonding hormone oxytocin tends to lower levels of stress hormones. We learn this from infancy from our parents or caregivers; as we grow, our stress systems remain intricately linked to the presence of others who can provide comfort and relief from anxiety.”

Szalvitz says that many studies now show that strong social support extends life and improves health. During disasters, our “social networks largely determine our fates: the more connections we have and the stronger our bonds are to each other, the more likely we are to survive, not just physically but emotionally. To prevent and treat post-traumatic stress disorder, these ties are the best medicine. It’s when we face the toughest times that our true nature reveals itself.”

On social media, at church, in marches and during conversations with friends, thousands of people tuned into this biological wiring by focusing on a beautiful and much-loved teacher who has become an icon for everything good in a world gone mad.

And this is what we should cling to, rather than getting caught up in the tabloid frenzy that comes from a real-life event being twisted into a ‘story’.

If we’re innately built to give comfort and support in a time of crisis, then that is what we should do.

Beth Cooper Howell

First published in Woman on Top in The Herald

The Divine Image

To Mercy Pity Peace and Love,
All pray in their distress:
And to these virtues of delight
Return their thankfulness.

For Mercy Pity Peace and Love,
Is God our father dear:
And Mercy Pity Peace and Love,
Is Man his child and care.

For Mercy has a human heart
Pity, a human face:
And Love, the human form divine,
And Peace, the human dress.

Then every man of every clime,
That prays in his distress,
Prays to the human form divine
Love Mercy Pity Peace.

And all must love the human form,
In heathen, turk or jew,
Where Mercy, Love and Pity dwell
There God is dwelling too.

William Blake 1757-1827

Putting Things into Perspective on turning 40

Hitting the halfway mark in life is a blessing or a curse, depending on whether you’re feeling the love, or counting crow’s feet instead.

This was the most memorable quote thrown at me when I cruised out of my thirties recently. Truly, I expected to be a banshee of sorrow on the day – primarily because I’m just not a spa and salad girl. I’m also not ‘worth it’ enough to spend R600 on wrinkle cream. And as Scottishly fair-skinned as I am, there have been many dark days of too much sun, zero water and sneaky boxes of sulphur-rich wine.

The literature says that I’ve failed miserably at looking after my external assets; and my insurance broker worries about my pension future, since I’ve tended to live for today, rather than plan for tomorrow.

I can’t imagine what type of celebration 40-year-olds held a century ago. Many were already dead; others were in the throes of raising an eighth baby; some were loosening their corsets and to hell with it.

But it was my party this month and I cried – and laughed, sipped chardonnay, ate three helpings and wore red lipstick. And, happily, so did everyone else; most of us were hitting the 4-0s or skating through them. Some were mere newts, having turned a fresh-faced 30 in months gone by.

Because our media-saturated brains promote ageist attitudes, I was sure that I’d be upset. And when I’m blue, I hide. An original plan to book a venue, invite 200 peeps and sing on stage fizzled with a bang and whimper. Next year perhaps, I said, when I’m more used to not being 21 anymore.

But my BFF was flying down from JHB and, being an organised, energetic 38-ish, insisted that we mark the occasion with my two favourite things : food and friends. It was such a last-minute shindig – from simple box cake at home with the kids to a full-on wine and platters knees-up with 18 girls. I didn’t know if I wanted this – until I did.

Between courses, I had time to review not only my life, but the lives of the beautiful, smart, funny women around me that night. Between us, we have dozens of kids, a handful of husbands, boyfriends or mellow singles, jobs ranging from stay-at-homes, law and interior design to administration, art and journalism.

When I was younger, I notched lots of success stories into my ‘me’ belt. I’m proud of what I’ve achieved and I want more. But I want it less strenuously than I did then – which is ironic, considering that there’s less time in which to get it.

The touted adage is that 40 is the new 30. That’s bollocks and now I know why. There’s never a better time than now, no matter what age you are. My dear friend Penny recently completed a colourful road trip in remote parts of the country and brought back stories to tickle my funny bone. She’s in her sixties and does a hundred fun things regardless of age or health; I’d like her to write a blog, but she wouldn’t want to be tied down by the boringness of deadlines. She’s having too much fun.

We should celebrate milestones because we’re glad to be alive. Not because it’s traditional, or expected or to ward off the terror of getting older. At the very least, it’s a good excuse to eat cake.

Beth Howell
Journalist and editor

First published in The Herald

The Art of Growing Lettuce and Managing People

The remarkable insight into the simplicity and unnecessary complexity of human feeling and behaviour is brought out in this disarmingly uncomplicated analogy by the Vietnamese Buddhist Monk, Thích Nhât Hanh, a master of wisdom.

“When you plant lettuce, if it does not grow well, you
don’t blame the lettuce. You look for reasons it is not
doing well. It may need fertilizer, or more water, or
less sun. You never blame the lettuce. Yet if we have
problems with our friends or family, we blame the other
person. But if we know how to take care of them, they will
grow well, like the lettuce. Blaming has no positive
effect at all, nor does trying to persuade using reason
and argument. That is my experience. No blame, no
reasoning, no argument, just understanding. If you
understand, and you show that you understand, you can
love, and the situation will change”

Byzantium

The unpurged images of day recede;
The Emperor’s drunken soldiery are abed;
Night resonance recedes, night walkers’ song
After great cathedral gong;
A starlit or a moonlit dome disdains
All that man is,
All mere complexities,
The fury and the mire of human veins.

Before me floats an image, man or shade,
Shade more than man, more image than a shade;
For Hades’ bobbin bound in mummy-cloth
May unwind the winding path;
A mouth that has no moisture and no breath
Breathless mouths may summon;
I hail the superhuman;
I call it death-in-life and life-in-death.

Miracle, bird or golden handiwork,
More miracle than bird or handiwork,
Planted on the star-lit golden bough,
Can like the cocks of Hades crow,
Or, by the moon embittered, scorn aloud
In glory of changeless metal
Common bird or petal
And all complexities of mire or blood.

At midnight on the Emperor’s pavement flit
Flames that no faggot feeds, nor steel has lit,
Nor storm disturbs, flames begotten of flame,
Where blood-begotten spirits come
And all complexities of fury leave,
Dying into a dance,
An agony of trance,
An agony of flame that cannot singe a sleeve.

Astraddle on the dolphin’s mire and blood,
Spirit after Spirit! The smithies break the flood.
The golden smithies of the Emperor!
Marbles of the dancing floor
Break bitter furies of complexity,
Those images that yet
Fresh images beget,
That dolphin-torn, that gong-tormented sea.

William Butler Yeats

 

Ode on a Grecian Urn

Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness,
Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape
Of deities or mortals, or of both,
In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear’d,
Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone:
Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave
Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;
Bold lover, never, never canst thou kiss,
Though winning near the goal—yet, do not grieve;
She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss,
For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!

Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed
Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu;
And happy melodist, unwearièd,
For ever piping songs for ever new;
More happy love! more happy, happy love!
For ever warm and still to be enjoy’d,
For ever panting, and for ever young;
All breathing human passion far above,
That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy’d,
A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.

Who are these coming to the sacrifice?
To what green altar, O mysterious priest,
Lead’st thou that heifer lowing at the skies,
And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
What little town by river or sea-shore,
Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel,
Is emptied of its folk, this pious morn?
And, little town, thy streets for evermore
Will silent be; and not a soul, to tell
Why thou art desolate, can e’er return.

O Attic shape! fair attitude! with brede
Of marble men and maidens overwrought,
With forest branches and the trodden weed;
Thou, silent form! dost tease us out of thought
As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral!
When old age shall this generation waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say’st,
‘Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.’

John Keats

The good-morrow

I wonder by my troth, what thou, and I
Did, till we loved? were we not wean’d till then?
But suck’d on countrey pleasures, childishly?
Or snorted we in the seaven sleepers den?
T’was so; But this, all pleasures fancies bee.
If any beauty I did see,
Which I desir’d and got, t’was but a dreame of thee.

And now good morrow to our waking soules,
Which watch not one another out of feare;
For love, all love of other sights controules,
An makes one little roome, an every where.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone,
Let Maps to other, worlds on worlds have showne,
Let us possesse one world, each hath one, and is one.

My face in thine eye, thine in mine appeares,
And true plaine hearts doe in the faces rest,
Where can we finde two better hemispheares
Without sharpe North, without declining West?
What ever dyes, was not mixed equally;
If our two loves be one, or, thou and I
Love so alike, that none doe slacken, none can die.

John Donne