Memories of my Father: Patrick Van Rensburg

From a very early age, I recognised that my dad was work-obsessed and I was often frustrated by the nagging editorial that had to be written each week for this newspaper. 

He was also a bit of a procrastinator – thinking and worrying about his chosen topic until minutes before the deadline when the words would fly off his computer.  In the early days, the paper was printed in Serowe with the finished product transported to Gaborone for distribution early Friday morning.