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Cordless Bungee Jumping

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

A quiet opening into Clara's memoir.

Contents

Table of contents

Part I

The Making

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

Part II

Becoming

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

Part III

The Climb

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

Part IV

At The Helm

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

Part V

The Big Leap

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

Part VI

The Rebuild

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

From the prologue

Where it 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