Last month, as Black Friday (try explaining that term to Ghanaians) commenced and the Christmas shopping season began, another season drew to a close. I’m not referring to Ramadan, although that also ended on Friday with the festival of Eid al-Fitar, a national holiday in Ghana and most Muslim countries. I’m instead referring to the end of the 2009 US Diversity Visa lottery registration window. A little-known program of the US State Department, the visa lottery allows citizens from countries that are “underrepresented” in US immigration totals to register online for a visa “drawing.” It’s the only lottery I know of where applicants pay only
after they win. Instead of applying directly to the US embassy in Accra, people fill out their basic information online, which is sent to an electronic processing center in Kentucky. (I guess they wanted to make it as reminiscent of the American heartland as possible.) Some shadowy and mysterious computer selects 100,000 – 110,000 names from over 16 million applicants each spring. The “chosen ones” are automatically granted visa interviews if they can pay the visa application fee (a steep $750 USD) and complete the required medical forms (another $300 USD or so). From those who interview, the ever-vigilant visa counselors whittle down the list to 55,000 or so recipients, who receive US green cards for anywhere from 6 months to 5 years.
It is a self-consciously named process, transforming what
feels like a lottery for many applicants into a literal one. Most of the Ghanaians I’ve interviewed on the subject feel the normal US visa application process is slow, opaque and confusing. After filling out the official forms and soliciting invitation letters, Ghanaians
might be called to sign up for an interview, which is usually available only several weeks in advance. Ever sought-after, visa interviews are scarce, especially for those who live outside of Accra. Many applicants are left frustrated by their inability to even receive an interview, believing the US collects application fees in order to fund its aid programs in Ghana. “We’re paying for our own roads,” one internet café owner remarked to me.
With its promise of an anonymous lottery, the DV process seems (perhaps only marginally) fairer and more certain to most Ghanaians, and they sign up accordingly. Last year Ghana had the highest number of DV recipients of any country in the world – over 8,000 citizens managed to secure green cards.
With such demand for visas, it’s inevitable that local entrepreneurs would find some way to capitalize on Ghanaians’ high hopes for an American green card and their generally low level of information about how to get it. “Migration connectors,” operating at cafes and as private individuals, charge people a small fee to register for the lottery, educating those who don’t know much about the process, taking regulation-size photos, and entering applicants’ information into the internet portal.
Their signs and banners adorn balconies, walls, street lamps and taxi cabs around town, some professionally produced and draped decorously between two buildings, others printed on crumpled office paper and taped to doorways. During “the season,” as many call it (the program ran from Oct. 3rd to Nov. 30th this year), it’s hard to amble down a street without a DV announcement, so ubiquitous they seem. I’ve collected a couple of choice examples for you.
Hanging in front of the largest internet café in downtown Kumasi, this sign was as good as it gets - large, prominent, and professionally printed:
This one, alas, was not so: the printer clearly ran out of enthusiasm before he could manage to capitalize "Take part and be a winner!":
The owner of this cafe, apparently wanting to dodge all those pesky questions from customers about how many passport pictures they needed for the application, took the straightforward route with his notice:
My favorite, however, is this one at the Ghana post office headquarters in Kumasi:
It reads with a faintly adversarial tone if you put the emphasis on the right word, as if to say “It's ON, US visa lottery! You just try to turn me away!”
Some signs of the season are particularly unmissable, the initiative of several entrepreneurs whose sole business during October and November is registering people for the DV lottery. The employees have the process down to an art, streamlined to churn people's applications through the system like industrially-produced butter. You can't read it very well in this photo, but rest assured that the legs of the tent below read "Visa Lottery," and that the people inside have been waiting for an hour to send their information forth to Kentucky:
There are even competing tent factions, with drama befitting any epic tale of profit, greed, dreams of the future and trans-Atlantic journeys. One operator alleges that another stole his tent idea and choice set-up location, cutting his customer base in half this year.
Not all of the banners are so visible. Others are more muted, and more insidious. “Call for visa help, 020____” read one handwritten note stapled to a light post at my local tro-tro stop. Some use the lottery process as a front to capture the identities - and the cedis - of would-be Americans, holding their personal data hostage or extorting applicants. Unscrupulous operators will help clients apply for free, but direct the announcement packets to their own addresses if the applicants win, refusing to turn over the documents necessary for the interview until they receive several thousand dollars. According to one widespread rumor, someone took this approach with the entire National Youth Employment database (a registry of recent graduates looking for work), entering their data into the system without their knowledge and extracting money from the unsuspecting visa winners. Despite general enthusiasm for the DV season, it's these stories which make people understandably suspicious of “people going around with their creepy little cameras,” as one person described it.
Lest you wonder why I, too, have been going around with my "creepy little camera" for these pictures, a disclaimer: I centered the first part of my Fulbright research on the DV process in Ghana, since it's one primary connection between the internet and migration. (That is, if you'll remember aaaaaall the way back to my first post, the topic I'm allegedly here to study...) Now that the application window has ended for the year, I'm almost done with the first part of my research, save for analyzing the remainder of the internet cafe user surveys I distributed and conducting interviews with a couple of officials at the embassy. I find I miss the spirit of the period, however. It had a vaguely carnivalesque feel – advertisements in the newspaper, on the radio, at various cafes and more unexpected places (the back of a tro-tro seat?) warning passerby “not to miss this opportunity,” as if invisible hawkers were selling tickets for dubious games with ridiculously large prizes. Luckily for me, Christmas season is now in full swing and has a similarly festive vibe, with the substitution of colorful tinsel for banners and Boney M. 70s-era Christmas CDs for radio advertisements. Even for those hoping to go abroad, there are, after all, many things to celebrate at home.