[Jibril Cessay]

I used to work with a professional chef during ice hockey season. I was the one who chopped up the vegetables and washed the dishes. The chef was a very demanding jamaa and always had a bottle of liqueur in case shizzle hit the fan and he needs to relax. Our kitchen was big on cleanliness. We'd leave at 2am if the kitchen didn't look good. The Chief Chef didn't care if we missed the last bus or the last train home. His kitchen had to look good and we had to make him look good when the Health inspectors paid 'surprise' visits.

Our kitchen was known to feed the CEO's of companies who invested Millions and Millions of dollars in sponsorship for ice hockey. It was stressful working in that kitchen. When the food was cold, it was promptly sent back to our kitchen to be made again. If one of the salads was a touch bit too coarse, it would be returned and I'd be yelled at. Waitresses would be yelled at if they dropped food. If the ice didn't feel chilled enuff, it was returned. Desserts had to be made a particular way or we'd lose business that night. The wives of the CEO's barely ate and the waste at the end of night was incredible. The chief chef would find something wrong in the presentation of the food or in the cleanliness of the dishes and there'd be some screaming and cussing. It was always one incessant screaming competition.

Lapses in kitchen were taken on everyone. Eventually peepz started quitting, 2 by 2 mpaka no one was left. I remember one of the junior chefs was reprimanded for making hard quesadillas. Jamaa was like 'make it yourself'...disrobed and left for good.