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UZOR GABRIEL, A CAKE DESIGNER WHO BELIEVES IN OPENING ANOTHER DOOR WHEN ONE CLOSES

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Alexander Graham Bell is quoted to have said: "When one door closes, another opens, but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us." 

Uzor Gabriel happens to be one who has eyes for open doors even in the midst of closed doors. 

When he lost his job some years back, he decided to learn cake designing instead of staying idle. This led to the establishment of his business, Gabby Treasure. A startup actively involved in baking and designing mouth-watering cakes. 



The father of two who resides in Kaduna reveals "I never took the vocation seriously, I was called back to work again after some months but I lost the job again, then I decided it was time to take the bold step even if it was challenging, that is how I became who I am today by God's grace.

Was it just a normal occurrence or an unfolding of a divine order? Uzor is still on the journey of unravelling this. The Cake Designer who is also a Pastor in a new generation pentecostal church says his biggest motivation comes from the joy he derives in cake designing. 



"My advice to newbies in this vocation is that everything has a process of learning, settle down without pride and learn the vocation. Secondly, this vocation needs hard work and creativity, thirdly always make sure your customers get the best," he says with an air of calmness. 

Like ever business Uzor faces challenges too in the running of his business. His biggest challenge has been financing because he needs money to buy modern equipment but this has not caused him to let go. 








He can be reached via Facebook: Uzor Gabriel,
Phone /Whatsapp: 08030508470, 09073500818
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