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!
What's your addiction? Be brave, own it...
