Tems Can Handle the Pressure
The overexcited waitress has given us away. When Temilade Openiyi scooches into a corner booth at a central London restaurant—half an hour late, hood up, a small entourage trailing behind—we have about five minutes of good chat before her cover is blown.“Are you Tems?!” the waitress interrupts, wide-eyed. Openiyi pauses, unsure whether to acknowledge or deflect....















