Today, Leesha spent her day at work with me. Just like me (when I was growing up), the girls do time at work every school break. This time round, I let her use my desk – a family heirloom that my dad passed on to me many years ago. Peeping in, in the course of the day, I was overcome with acute nostalgia: When I was her age, this very same desk constituted my workstation at my dad’s business. Unaware of my presence, I quietly bowed my head and made a silent prayer; that she’d serve the purpose of God for her generation. That moment, frozen in time, seemed like an eternity. I know Old Man Zik said that prayer 30 years ago.