Becoming an ex-bachelor is no joke. Especially if your surname is the most famous one in Africa and you’re marrying a princess. Because of that, I will need the bestmen, or Real Ex-Bachelors of Lilayi (REBoLs), as they have come to be known, to take an oath before assuming office as my compadres on this journey from bachelorhood to ex-bachelorhood.
Below is the pledge of allegiance that the REBoLs will have to read out while holding a Bible in their right hands, just before signing the important pledge:
I have for a long time told non-IT people that the job of IT people is not laying back in their swivelling office chairs, eyes half-open, staring blankly at their computer screens and consequently inadvertently drooling on their keyboards while waiting for non-IT people to report boring PC problems like “I’ve lost all the files on my flash drive.” The IT person, whether in the technical support department or not, is not designed to sit at his (“his” in the context of this entire article can also mean “her”) desk waiting for a user to report that their PC has misbehaved.
I first went live sometime in February 2010 with a simple Web site that advertised what I do. It underwent one redesign in 2012, but with the way the Web evolves, my site quickly became obsolete. And of course I should know… I work in tech.
Between 1990 and 1996, I played chess with my father over 300 times. As I recall, I beat him about 13 times and we had about 9 stalemates. (Yes, that means he defeated me more than 278 times – no need to rub it in!)
Tomorrow I will be making a presentation to the president and CEO of the non-profit organisation I work for fulltime. If things go well, he’ll be convinced to let us improve the ICT infrastructure in the 19 schools our organisation runs. I would like to talk about how I got to this point. Brace yourself… It’s a story of grace, guts and geekiness.