So this morning, as a Cafe Neo Barista . Na so I wake for like 4:30, Baff up, enter transport reach Cafe Neo Isaac John for that kain 6. I open shop, on light, on music, start espresso machine make everywhere dey smell like correct Arabica Coffee,
carry out all my “checks and balances” as my oga boss dey call am. I first shack one shot of espresso as a Barista… make my eye open well well, notin like sleep dey dere again. My first customer show for like 7:05. I just dey tell you this story for pidgin onto say na the way I dey feel at the time, but as my customer show, I gats switch am up to tush small. “Wecome to Café Neo ma’am”, our usual greeting as customers walk in. She had stumbled into the Café, gasping for breath and sweating profusely. She made her way to the bar and buried her head against the counter surface. “Canaha-A-CaHmel-MachHaaa please, Hextra CaHmaul please” she mumbled, handing me the exact N1,600 amount due.
I knew what she wanted and got to work immediately. Grabbed the Cold Cup. WHAM! Ground a batch of Coffee. GRRRRRR! Temped the ground Coffee. (I don’t know the sound effect to use so please pardon me) Drizzled the caramel Sawce onto the sides of the cup to make it look tasty!. SLUUUURP! Reached for Ice out of the ice machine. Pause. Reached again for Ice out of the ice machine. No Ice. Yekpa. I don dey tell these my ogas sey the ice machine dey f@#! Up. Wetin be this wahala? Na abuse I go chop for breakfast this morning now. These were the thoughts running through my mind.
Wait, calm down, and use your brain small, check freezer. Barista wey get sense pass you fit don buy ice store am for freezer. I opened the freezer, and like a sunlight being slowly unveiled in a dark room, there it was, ICE BLOCK! Each icicle glistening like a diamond. I had never been happier to see common Ice in my life. So where was I? Reached for ice out of the ice machine freezer. Ice in the Caramel drizzled cup. Poured in the Cold Milk. Slowly poured in the Espresso to form that familiar white and a splash of brown pattern. I could see the eagerness in her eyes as the extra caramel sauce drizzled onto the surface of the cold beverage.
“There you g…” She snatched it before I could complete the sentence chugging down about two thirds of the drink in two gulps. “Don’t you need a straw ma’am? She smiled and kept drinking straight from the Cup. “That was sensational” she said, before dropping a N500 tip in the tip cup, turning round and jogging out of the Café. “Have a nice day” I shouted after her, hoping that alone would persuade her to return for the same again tomorrow. “What a delightful customer”.
As she don fade, my mindset just return to streets. See as the woman happy as I deliver am the pafect cold cup. Imagine if Ice for no dey, wetin I for do? The morale of the story here be say “make una always get back up ooo” opportunity na like customer wey fit come at any gaddem time, and you fit dull yourself if you no dey prepared. Anyway, then came my next customer and gosh does he look angry, anyways “Welcome to Café Neo Sir”!