HELP! I'm an addict!

Hi my name is Kela, and I’m an addict!

  I’m an addict and I need help. I’m an addict and I can’t even hide it.

''An addict is a person whose life is controlled by a particular thing or substance.''

Yes, you guessed it, my entire life is being controlled by CAKE!

Are you wondering how I got here…?

Well it’s like that silly game most of us play called ‘Candy Crush’ (yes I play it, don’t you?). You know when you keep getting those annoying invites asking you to play the game and each time you are successful in ignoring it. Then one day you make the mistake to ask someone ‘’what’s this candy crush thing about anyway?” and the response “oh it’s one stupid game that doesn’t make sense but is addictive. Please don’t even attempt it”. And as they say ‘Curiosity killed the cat’. Yes, you click and start playing… level 1, level 2 …level 10… level 100. Oh God, Noooo! You’re hooked.

Yep, kinda what happened to me with this cake decorating stuff. Honestly I never expected to be here at all. I mean, baking cakes, let alone decorating them, not exactly what I had in mind after getting my Higher diploma in Hotel Management. Naturally a lot of people expect that running a catering outfit means being in the cake business too, but for me that wasn’t the case. So after a few years of floundering in the food business, and missing out on some jobs all because I couldn’t do ‘just the cake’ or ‘handle desserts’, I decided to broaden my horizons and try something different.

Now here I am wondering what I’d do without the love of my life and singing

‘’… And I just de freeze, like say no be me.

My friends dey tell me say I don kolo, say the way I dey love say no be so

Say even when I kill myself, I no go know

Ah, wetin you do me? Wetin you give me? How you do am, and when you do am?

Because e strong well well, and I love you well well , you dey shak me well well.

I dey try to pretend, but boy you look so tender. Hmmm back to sender, whatever men, I don surrender. I no fit get you outta my head!”

You can’t still be wondering how I know I’m gone with the wind …..? Just in case, here are some of the signs:

First I’m here writing an article on my insane love of cake art. Also if you’ve ever had any kind of conversation with me, somehow it always comes back to a cake related topic. I talk cake, I think cake, and I swear even my dreams at night always feature cake activity. It’s like I’m always on about cakes, literally, everyday and everywhere.

Then there’s the screen wallpaper on my phone, ipad, and laptop; it’s all cakes. Every single one of them. Apart from a few pictures of family, my picture gallery is mainly cakes. It’s like I’m a cake picture collector. I even have them grouped into albums like you have on a cake decorator’s website; celebration cakes, wedding cakes, Christmas cakes, etc I even have an album for cake quotes *shrieeeek (Zoiks)*

Hmmm, speaking of decorators, it seems I follow every cake decorator alive on instagram, lol. I’m like the cake decorator stalker. Yels, that’s me. If you are a cake artist on planet earth, chances are I’ve been on your blog, facebook and intagram pages. I probably follow you on twitter, have subscribed to your website and you tube videos. If there’s something new you’re sharing I definitely don’t want to miss out.

Like most addicts, personal appearance takes backstage priority, my fashion sense seems to be almost non-existent. I say almost, I still try to add some face powder and lipstick on occasion, and I do dress up on Sundays for service. Hey don’t judge me, you can’t be all dressed up if you’re going to be all arms and elbows deep in flour and icing sugar. It’s no longer a big deal if I’m seen with a smudge of flour on my cheek or my palms are all red from mixing colour to make sugar flowers. Some days I think I generally smell like cake. On several occasions I’ve even been seen shopping with sweatpants, a smudge or two of icing sugar or flour on me, no makeup, no jewelry, all because in the middle of a job I discovered we’d run out of something I needed. One day I ran out to buy fuel and the fuel attendant actually told me he could smell cake. Haba! Hahahaha!

Unlike most of you, Monday is my favourite day of the week. Yes Monday, not Friday! Monday is my little piece of Heaven. Monday is my Saturday when I get to sleep in. It’s the day after the roller-coaster weekend. Thank God it’s Monday, Yay! TGIM! No cakes yet. It’s ‘Mon’ day (that’s French for ‘My’ day). I can spend my afternoon staring at cake pictures on instagram. I can indulge my other loves like writing, and write silly articles like this about, CAKE! I can stalk my favourite Caker (is that word even English). I love Monday and I love cakes!

Once again, my name is Kela and I’m an addict. I make no apologies!

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