Dublin Dreams
"Tech startup founder Adaeze pitches investors across Dublin—but the thick Ugandan venture capitalist who keeps declining might be negotiating for something other than equity."
Five pitches. Five rejections.
But Grace Nakamya kept taking meetings.
"If you're not investing, why see me?" Adaeze demanded.
"Because I like watching you." Those thick curves shifted in the executive chair. "Your passion. Your drive. I'm investing in something else."
"What?"
"Time with you."
The negotiations changed.
Less about money. More about connection.
"This is highly irregular," Adaeze said.
"Innovation usually is."
In Grace's penthouse overlooking the Liffey, they found terms.
"I'll fund you," Grace said between kisses. "But I want more than board seats."
"What do you want?"
"You. This. Regular strategy sessions."
"That's not standard investment structure."
"Nothing about us is standard."
Dublin's tech scene watched the partnership flourish.
The startup. The investor. The chemistry everyone noticed.
"Best deal I ever made," Grace would say.
Adaeze agreed. The returns exceeded all projections.
In every sense.