"Smooth seas do not make skilful sailors. - African Proverb
I've learned in my 'cake' walk that there must be obstacles on the way to fulfill ones calling. I experience mine everyday. The first challenge after discovering Cakes by MizVuitton was getting a place to further harness my raw passion. I was so 'gingered' and bursting with life and energy. I began to search for a place to train but couldn't find an ideal place. Most of the places I found neither had the pedigree nor equipments to adequately train. I searched high and low, everywhere. It seemed so difficult, sometimes, impossible but I kept pressing until I ran into a most wonderful woman who shared my passion and was living my dream with a story similar to mine. Well that's story for another day!
|Happy belated birthday Darlene Ugoji from Cakes by MizVuitton|
As I made my way to a seat, she barks 'No! No! No! you cannot sit there, someone is already there'.
'Ok" I replied and moved over to the next seat. She barks again,"that seat is also taken' 'Ok" I said again quietly then left the place altogether.
While the class was going on, my teacher mentioned something about a Convection Oven. Interested, I shot my hand up to ask my teacher a question....
Miss Bossy Pants yells again, 'I don't know how you would cope o! better wait for the next set, we've gone far please don't be dragging us back'. She let out a long hiss. Damn! did she sound like the serpent that beguiled Eve in the Garden.
My teacher gave me this comforting look that said, 'be calm girl'.
After classes I was trying to clean up the mess I had made on my work table while creaming my butter and sugar for the madeira cake I was baking. The next thing I hear from Miss Bossy pants is-
|Darlene holding up a MizVuitton birthday cake. Love ya to bits hon!|
I looked at her and asked 'WHAT?' to make sure I had heard right. She says again 'This doesn't make sense you should wait till we are done so you can clean up all the mess'.That did it.
I shot her the MizVuitton (lol) icy cold stare and say 'Please can you just leave me alone'.
'You don't have any respect, how dare you talk to me like that', the next thing I knew she was charging towards me. I couldn't believe my eyes. This wasn't happening.
She continued, I am going to teach you a lesson that will last a lifetime. At that point I was shocked. Where is this coming from? Where was she going with all this?
Tired of ignoring her (so i won't look like a weakling) I yelled back 'You can't do more than a dead rat'
At that point I had to remind myself that I was worlds better than what was happening. I shut my mouth that instant.
She continued shouting, people were holding her back. I was wondering what she wanted to do. She kept saying she was going to beat the hell outta me.
I felt so terrible.A million horrible thoughts began to cross my mind..... Would this be happening if I was sitting in my cozy office, or if I was in a meeting with some clients at Four Points by Sheraton or even in a drab court room listening to a judge drone endlessly. My spirit broke and I started sobbing endlessly.
I didn't know where the tears came from but it just kept flowing like a spring.
I wished that very moment that my passion was something else, something much more prestigous than Cakes, just cakes, plain ol' cakes. I wished right then that I hadn't taken the time to train for cakes, I wished right then that I was in someplace else, I wished right then.... I just couldnt stop wishing.
As the tears flowed freely I gathered my things and quickly packed up everything I could and left the place. I even left the cake I was baking in the school oven. At that moment I swore I wasn't goin to ever come there again. It probably was a sign that I should quit and concentrate on the finer things of life.
Maybe this wasn't for me after all.
to be continued.....