How a pastry chef refused to make my wedding cake because she thought I was poor and low class -Bianca Ojukwu

Every time I see my wedding cake photo, the rather funny but sad story of the wedding cake comes to my mind.

A good friend told me during my wedding preparations that there was a lady in Enugu who makes excellent wedding cakes. In fact, my friend, while unfamiliar with her lady, offered to drive me to hers.

Dressed rather casually, I decided to park my own Mercedes and met my friend in her own car, which was a cute but modest Volkswagen (known as a Beetle in those days), and took us to the pastry chef’s house.

On our arrival the popular pastry chef, (name withheld for obvious reasons) totally oblivious to my identity, cast a quizzical glance at the car we arrived in and was unimpressed. I told him that he needed her to make my wedding cake and he started making all kinds of excuses.

First, she told me that her cakes were very expensive and I definitely couldn’t afford them (at 25,000 naira in those days), and offered to direct me to a cheaper cake place, emphasizing that she only makes cakes for important personalities (she even told me I went ahead to drop names…such as a Union bank manager, boutique owner, etc., who in his opinion were ‘dignitaries’), but told him I could manage to pay for it.

He then asked where the wedding would take place and I told him it would be in Abuja. She said that she would have to pay for her transportation to Abuja to assemble the cake and since she only travels by air, not by road, this additional cost would be hard for me to bear, to which I replied that she would pay.

She raised the issue of hotel accommodation, which I assured her would be worked out.
My friend kept poking me and whispering in my ear, ‘Tell this woman who you are so she’ll stop asking pointless questions,’ to which I said no. He was secretly amused, though at the time he was perplexed about human nature and social climbers, which from his attitude, this lady clearly was.

What I found surprising was that the lady herself was definitely not fine, her own car was an old Corolla, her surroundings were not luxurious, and she was just one of those ‘I must by all means belong’ type of people, without However, she had the temerity to look down on others she considered not ‘rich’.

To cut a long story short, still not convinced I could afford her services (judging by my casual attire and modest ride, which wasn’t even mine, meaning I probably didn’t have a vehicle of my own), she promptly dismissed us both, telling me to leave my number, and that she would call me.

I left him my number with my Igbo name Odinaka and we left. I never heard from her again.

I simply accepted a generous offer from the Canadian chef at the Nicon Hilton Abuja back then who was a master baker and my gigantic multi tiered wedding cake was made at no cost simply as PR to market and advertise the hotel services .

The Enugu confectioner one day, just a week before the wedding, saw the TV broadcasts of our impending wedding, which was a big event at the time, and realized that it was I who had gone to his house for a wedding cake.

He panicked and quickly managed to find his way to my house, and began begging, with all sorts of bland explanations, asking why I didn’t introduce myself ‘properly’ (which he meant as ‘VIP’), and even offered to make the cake for free, but it was too late.

On this day, a beautiful breezy day in November 1994, it was a memorable wedding ceremony at the Nicon Noga Hilton (Today Transcorp Hilton), Abuja, the first wedding event ever held there. And it was great…

The life-size multi-tiered cake, far larger and more luxurious than any the Enugu cake maker could ever have offered, was donated by Hilton management.

The maker of Enugu Cake missed out on a great opportunity to showcase their skills and product as the event was broadcast on TV, radio, newspapers, magazines and every conceivable media outlet across the country, with Hilton Master Baker taking the cake credits. .

This publicity coup greatly boosted Hilton Events’ hosting business and facilitated countless more weddings in the same Hilton Convention Hall. Last I heard, Cakemaker’s business has collapsed after she faced some difficulties in her business several years ago.

The moral of this true life experience is, NEVER JUDGE A BOOK BY ITS COVER. We are all human beings, created equal before God, if not man, regardless of our status in life.

We should never relate to others based solely on who or what they are, what they own, what car they drive, or how expensive or poorly dressed they are… Every day, people miss out on opportunities to forge valuable bonds and lasting friendships because of their snobbish outlook. .
…..and best of all, when one door closes, another bigger one will open by Divine mercies. I lost a grain of sand but gained a mountain.


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