The Beginning

The first time I stepped into a casino, it didn’t feel strange, it didn’t feel normal; it felt like an alternate universe but one in which I felt sort of okay, if not comfortable.

It was 9pm on a Wednesday night, just one hour earlier, I had arrived at the casino lodgement  with my sister and heart beating wildly, I had begun getting ready for my first day working as a croupier.

When I arrived at the casino, I was shown into the staff-room and all eyes turned to me, I felt like an anomaly, the way they quickly tapped each other, whispering and pointing and not one person said hi, and looking back, I probably was; they had never seen me before, I was wearing a croupier uniform and I was black, talk about shock!

Anyway, suddenly, they all stood up and started to move towards a door and here I was confused, do I follow them? Do I wait for a welcome party? What to do? In that split second, I felt a tap on my shoulder and a pretty girl with a small smile on her face told me to put my bag in her locker and come along.

She would be my first friend in European casino, Zeynep.

Out on the casino floor, I was assigned to a roulette table to stack chips, I had never done this before, I didn’t know what I had to do, and I wasn’t told, I was simply told to go and do it. Luckily for me, it was a dead table (no players) and the Georgian girl assigned to deal at that table immediately turned to me and smiled, asked my name and told me hers, and told me not to worry about a thing, she was going to help me as much as she can and she assured me that I would be an experienced croupier in no time, she talk about when she trained and gave solid advice on how to make the most of the experience. She talked about how being a croupier can be an exciting, how it can be frustrating and tiring.

Enter Maia! She kept every promise.

It’s been 4 years and I am very far away from that quiet, confused girl who walked into the casino that Wednesday night.

It wasn’t all roses and cream; many many things happened that made me feel like quitting so many times, I gave myself so many pep talks those first 9 months, I can’t even count.

But then the next February came and I moved to a different branch of the casino in a different town, got an apartment with my sisters,enrolled for my MSc in International Relations.

My first day at this new casino, I walked in like a boss! I knew how to deal all of the games we offer, I spoke a little Turkish, I walked into that staff-room not expecting anyone to say hi and I didn’t care.

Here in this casino, I have grown, blossomed… I also got a little crazy, there was no way to help that.

This is Casino Chronicles.

 

©Adeola Matemilola 2016

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The Daydreamer Award

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A huge thank you to Blog Creatifa for the Daydreamer award, I an extremely honoured.

The award is for the blogs that make, you laugh, are inspiring, provoke your curiosity or are just unbelievably creative.
When you do receive the award, make a post and follow these steps:
1. Thank the person who gave you the award.
2. Complete the challenge they set you.
3. Select a blog or blogs that you want to give the award to. (The amount of blogs you select is unlimited!)
4. Tell them about it and set them a challenge.
(Copy and paste the rules on your own blog )

The challenge set by Blog Creatifa is to Write a poem about what inspired you to start your blog or what motivates you to keep blogging.

So here goes…

There once was a little girl who found life and friendships in the pages of books… Who’s very enthusiastic response to the question “what would you like as a birthday present?” was always “A book”.

See, her family moved around a lot and so, while this little girl couldn’t hold on to physical friendships for long periods, her friends came alive in the pages of all her books and pretty soon, she started to come up with her own characters.

People that shared adventures and fun times with her, they became real to her, these weren’t like voices in her head, she wasn’t crazy lol… But she started to write, every time and every where.

She wrote to entertain herself,
She wrote to release herself,
She wrote to express herself;
to shed/share her joys, pains, frustrations.
She wrote to give words to feelings that couldn’t be easily expressed by everyone.
She wrote to transport people from their reality into a beautiful, make-believe world.
That little girl grew up to be me.

So why do I write?

Simply because I cannot not write.


©Adeola Matemilola 2015

Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Adeola Matemilola and aeyshadeedee.wordpress.com with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.