The Late Desmond Manui

Remember how I used to joke about getting into IT section at work? Well today is my big break. I've got an interview at 11AM and even though I came prepared, and this would be my second interview here, my palms are still sweaty from just mentioning the big "I" word. Maybe Im nervous because I am not really confident that I can impress the interview panel - yes, a panel of three interviewers. Let me give you a run through on the interview. The interview is going to be 20 minutes only (so my answers should be on point), with four questions - three of which they have given us in advance to prepare from. Last night I took about 30-40 minutes to just come up with answers to Question 1. Part of the question reads: Tell us about your ICT qualifications and/or experience that make you suited to this role. My answer: I have developed the passion for IT since childhood. After graduating with a degree in Information Systems at Divine Word University, the areas studied equip...

Happier times  Bata bata, Its been almost three months. Still every time I think about writing a piece, that feeling of tightness in my throat and numbness fills my body. No one will ever replace you bata. I feel like you did not deserve this end. This should not have been the end of you. Although we may have drifted apart, we were always close in heart. Even if we've never talked, we know deep down we will be there for each other. Three months has gone, nothing much have changed. I still lived in the same house we picked. I speak of you as you've left for work and did not return. In my mind, you will still return home in the afternoon, with you bilum on your side, jeans, a formal shirt and that smile with a joke ready to come out of it. "Mrow!", you would call out. I would joke about your night shift comparing it to catching flying foxes. "Yu kism sampla too or nogat?". Sometimes you'd say "Noad ya, ol 'khombi' les lo pas lo net." ...