Pic credit: attackthesystem.com H e breezed into the office, flopped into the nearest chair and crossed a leg over the other. I shifted my gaze from my work and smiled at him. I was ready for his jokes and the 5 minutes laughter. In fact he was late and we had been waiting for him to pop in, make us laugh and pop out. We call him Chef. Not a nickname but a real Chef. He is the best and only male chef I know.   I have tasted his croissants and trust me they blew my mind. Chef is a British and has been in Nigeria for almost a year. It is actually his first longest and first stay in West Africa. Long story cut short; Chef is a great person. So, that very beautiful day, he breezed in as usual. I enjoy such trips by the way. We all hailed him and he turned towards me and said...