Did I have a kid and someone forgot to tell me?

So there I am, minding my own business (as I do so well) and this arrives in the mail.

Big and official, in a brown manilla envelope. So I open it and inside are these forms - for BIRTH REGISTRATION. Did my parents forget to register me when I was born many moons ago? Did I black-out and father a child? Stranger things have happened, but none have confused me as much. I was like, WTF?

Anyway, confusion aside, these papers will see the inside of my black wire-framed waste paper basket. I have no use for them - yet ;-)

So, SOuth African Consulate-General in Los Angeles, thanks for tracking me down like a wild animal in the veld, but seriously, don't you guys think your tracking abilities might be put to better use in, oh I don't know, stopping corruption in the Department of Home Affairs back in Pretoria? Just a thought. But thanks for the birth registration papers.