Prologue reader

Cordless Bungee Jumping

A Memoir of Letting Go, Leaping and Leading All the Way

Table of contents and prologue excerpt only.

Contents

Part I

The Making

Chapter 1: Of Dimples, Dreams, and Destiny
Chapter 2: Forgers, Tree Trunks, and the Art of Growing Up

Part II

Becoming

Chapter 3: Becoming Myself in the Pink Prison
Chapter 4: Of Maize, Masese, and Missed Movie Endings
Chapter 5: Payment Plans and the First Pivot
Chapter 6: The BAT Breakthrough

Part III

The Climb

Chapter 7: Love, Weddings and the Making of a Tribe
Chapter 8: Nairobi Calling
Chapter 9: Babies, Bias, and Building Willow
Chapter 10: Vision, Voice, and the Long Climb
Chapter 11: Returning to Cape Town
Chapter 12: Reading The Room (and Who Controls the Temperature)

Part IV

At The Helm

Chapter 13: Nairobi. Bigger Maps. Harder Questions
Chapter 14: Nairobi, Off The Clock
Chapter 15: Honey Badger Mode Activated
Chapter 16: Vision 40. When the Corner Office Finally Answers Back
Chapter 17: Holding The Centre
Chapter 18: The Village That Held Everything Else

Part V

The Big Leap

Chapter 19: Leaving While It Still Worked
Chapter 20: From Nicotine to Networks
Chapter 21: More Than A Board Appointment

Part VI

The Rebuild

Chapter 22: When the Honey Badger Paused
Chapter 23: From the Field to the Balcony

The public reader continues into the prologue and does not include later chapter body text.

From the prologue

Where it begins

The public reader opens with the table of contents, then stops at the prologue excerpt before Chapter 1 begins.

The letter was one page.

A handful of precise lines. Far too brief for twenty-one years of a career defined by intention, interruption, and necessary detours.

My fingers lingered over the keyboard.

Not doubt. I was certain.

The pause came from the weight of it all. Send meant final. Send meant the version of me formed by that world was finished.

Staying offered certainty. Leaving required nerve.

I cared deeply about the company. But I wanted more stretch. More challenge. A wider horizon with no handrails.

I knew that staying too long would teach me how to stand still. A fear greater than getting it wrong.

So once done typing, I signed. One quiet motion. Years of identity shifting from present tense to past.

Prologue, Cordless Bungee Jumping

Preparing this Rufasa route.

This Rufasa page is preparing. No information is requested while it loads.

Table of contents