In the early days of
punch card, tabulators and tape drives, I remember my Dad
working many hours in what was called ‘The Bureau’ –
maintaining mission critical systems that filled rooms and
buildings and kept engineers out of sleep and family life
for many an hour, day, week and year. "Not for me, I said."
I have chosen several cross country,
business roads
- including one of
cooking and the fascinating world of food and entertainment, handheld meals and Middle
Eastern delicacies, seafood
platters, passionate pasta, coffee and
Italian ice cream. A passion turned into a labour-intensive,
customer-centric and mission critical lifestyle,
spending more hours in a hot kitchen than my Dad
had ever spent in the 'Bureau'.
At 48, I found
myself poor, unemployable and rather afraid.
Although I had come close back in 1983, I had
never completed my B.Sc degree and being hot into
the age of technology, it seemed a sound
business decision to call UNISA and ask whether
I would be accepted as a student with the aim of
completing a degree in Information Systems. The
question was a frail hope that a negative reply would be
forthcoming. Alas, joy and acceptance! Two years later I
completed it all – B.Sc Information Technology in Software
Engineering. I attended graduation with Ma and Daughter in
the audience and walked away with the accolade – a few
months after my 50th birthday. That was a strongly spiritual
day!
I have obviously forgotten my Dad’s reminder to
keep out of the ICT industry! Many souls, angels and fairies
have helped me along the way but I believe this is the
platform to pay tribute to my Dad: “Thanks Dad – your efforts,
commitment and intelligence have been my inspiration. You
have left me with a lasting legacy and yen to give the best
I can irrespective of life’s season.” |