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A Sitdown With Rasheed & Ibiso Danjuma

So we’ve come to the end of the week, I hope you’ve enjoyed being reacquainted( or meeting) with Rasheed & Ibiso. Anyway, I found this little piece from a sit down I had with these two. It was right after Jabir’s wedding. I cornered them and we had a small chat. You know Rasheed is not a media person however with his wife’s new found fame, he is adjusting but only indulged me for a couple of minutes. Enjoy……………………………………………

I sit at the edge of my chair with my tape recorder. This couple spent months with me but after their wedding we kinda lost touch. Now they have a handsome baby boy. There’s a knock on the door and in walks Ibiso followed by her husband, Rasheed. Her smile is contagious so I relax a bit and returned the emotion. Rasheed on the other hand acknowledged me with a head nod. He wore a serious expression. He had one hand on the small of Ibiso’s back and the other one was holding his phone to his ear. He was engrossed in conversation. I could tell it was business and he was trying to get the person off the phone.

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“Ah Unoma, it’s so nice to see you again,” Ibiso said.

“Same here. You look stunning,” I responded.

I meant it too. She had on a high waist, multicolored, pencil cut Ankara skirt that stopped below her knees. It had a high slit that stopped at her thigh. She wore it with a white short sleeved lace blouse. To compliment her look, she had on some red stilettos and a red clutch bag. Her make up flawless and her low cut was on point. For a minutes I wondered if I could rock my hair that low

By this time Rasheed gets off the phone. “Unoma, you look good.”

“Hey you and don’t flatter me. I’m so tired from dealing with your brothers but thanks anyway.”

Rasheed chuckled. “You gave yourself that job, writing their stories. So that’s on you. Besides they are not that bad.”

“You are so wrong but you can have that,” I said.

Rasheed grabbed Ibiso’s hand as I ushered them to the love seat on the other side of the table.

“Okay I gotta catch a flight back to Atlanta and I know you Rasheed are headed to Lagos in the morning so this is going to be quick,” I said.

Rasheed : “Good deal.”

Unoma: “So how has married life been?”

The couple look at each other and smile. They then turn to me and say “Great.” in unison.

Ibiso : I mean it’s been great in general. Do we disagree? Yes. Does he still get buried in his work and I get on him? Yes. But we keep communication open and listen to the other to understand and not to respond.

Unoma : Nice. I’m so happy. How is Sodienye?

Rasheed: Still getting on my nerves.

I raise my brow. Ibiso laughed and kissed her husbands cheek.

Rasheed: Seriously though, we now have an understanding that she (he points to Ibiso) is all me now. I exist for her and my son. He gets it for the most part but still tries to baby her. I’m the only one allowed to baby my wife.

Unoma: Aww that’s so sweet.

Ibiso: I’m blessed.

Unoma : That you are. So how has parenthood been?

Rasheed : The day he was born I wept. I wept for God to give me the strength and guidance to be to him what mine never was to me and more.

Rasheed puts his head down briefly and Ibiso rubs his back in a circular motion.

Ibiso: And you are baby. A great father.

Ibiso then turns to me. : It has been great. Between my husband, mom and Mama D I have more than enough help. I had enough systems in place to not work in my restaurant for 6 months after giving birth.

Unoma :Wow that was a long time.

Ibiso: Yes it was. I know not everyone can do that but I’m glad I was able to. YoYo and I had so much fun.

Unoma: YoYo?

Rasheed furrowed his eyebrows at Ibiso: I told you to stop calling my son that.

Ibiso laughed “RaRa, why now? It’s cute.

Rasheed :Okay I see you want to be in time out.

They carried on for a few minutes teasing each other like I wasn’t in the room. The love in their eyes couldn’t be denied.

Unoma : Okay, I got one more question for the both of you. What’s next for Danjuma Group and Bisso Bites?

Ibiso: I have finally opened a branch in Lagos. As you know I have a new location here in Abuja. It’s no longer just Amina and I. I am living my dream. A husband and child I adore, my family and I are on great terms and my new family is fantastic. Now that we are done with Jabir’s wedding I cant wait to see what is in store for Kammy.

Rasheed cupped the back of Ibiso’s head and drew her in to place a kiss on her forehead.

Rasheed: Danjuma Group is expanding to East Africa now that we have West Africa down. Next will be South Africa. But that would depend on the environment and the Xenophobia currently going on.

Unoma: I have never understood the reasoning behind xenophobia.

Ibiso: Me either. I got an email from a Mrs. Rice about catering her son’s wedding in South Africa but my baby here isn’t too happy about it.

Rasheed: The only way you are going is if I’m with you.

Ibiso: Yes sir (she gave him a military salute)

Rasheed: Cut it out SoSo.

Unoma: Both of you are so cute together.

Rasheed opened his mouth to object at the term but was interrupted by none other than Kamal Danjuma bursting in the room.

Kamal: Oh my bad. Y’all still in here. Unoma, Stone Cold ain’t got that much going on so what can you possibly be asking him?

Ibiso: Kammy, leave my husband alone.

Rasheed: Leave him to keep running his mouth. He’ll be walking to the airport when it’s time for him to leave in a couple of weeks.

Kamal: Stop threatening the kid. Alright I’m gone.

Kamal walked over to me and pulled me into a hug. “Unoma,  don’t be having me looking corny in your little book.

Rasheed: Bro, get out of here man let her finish. I need to get my family home. I’ll be gone a week I need to make sure my wife is good.

Rasheed winked at Ibiso, She blushed and Kamal made gagging noises.

Kamal: Imma about to go. I ain’t trying to hear all that. Sis, don’t forget to hook those snacks up for me.

Kamal gives us the peace sign and walks out.

Unoma: Okay guy, I’m going to let you go. I think I have enough for the fans. Thank you so much for your time.

I and the couple exchanged hugs and took a couple of pictures before they left. This couple started the Sons of Ishmael series. If you haven’t read their story, you can get it here for $1.99

Blessings

Unoma

 

 

 

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A Mother & Her Sons~Obiageli Danjuma

Ha! My people Ndewo nu! How are you all? We’ve come to the end of our time together o. You’ll hear from me again in the book Mended With Love. Releasing Oct 6th. First let me give you a little visual of the family.

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Today I want to talk about my sons. Umu m oma (that means my good children) The last time I spoke to you, about them in particular, you were getting ready to meet my second son Jabir. Hmm, I smile when I remember the roller-coaster he and Damisi took us on. Their back and forth nearly drove me to drink but the enemy did not win. I was on my knees for those two because even after seven years apart, they couldn’t make up their minds. I’m thankful to the I am that I am that He finally got Jabir to surrender and be the man he was made to be.

So let me give you an update. Ibiso and Rahseed are still doing great. My diokpara, (that’s what my people call first son) still shows his hard exterior but pay him no attention, Ibiso has softened what matters most, his heart. She’s his perfect match. Yohance is their blessing from God.  Despite not growing up with one, Rasheed is a great father. I praise God for them both.

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Jabir and Damisi are waxing strong as well. Those media people wanted to run them mad, but my God pass them. The news cycle has since changed and they finally allowed my daughter, Damisi to have peace of mind. You see, even though Jabir & Dami were no longer in Nigeria, old fans were still  sending her silly messages that time. But you see how God works, now, she’s being praised for her new blog Mosiac. I want to encourage you reading this, know that joy always, always comes in the morning. God will always turn your mess into a message. People may sway but God will be God, unchanging. As I’m talking to you now, I’m getting my Visa processed to go and see them. I don’t usually stay long o. I love my home but I go and refresh and come back. I miss my granddaughters but Jabir set my phone up so I can see them and talk to them…chai, what is it called?? Ehen Facetime or I use that Skype thing when my service works.

Now to the reason why I’m here, you’re about to meet my last son, my baby, my trouble maker. My son Emeka, his full name is Kamal Chukwuemeka Danjuma. I call him Emeka for short. The full name means God has done so much. Oh wait, I remember you people know him as Kamal or is it Kammy? I don’t call him that, he’s the only one I call by his Ibo name. He was given that name at birth but I started using it when he turned over a new leaf. Emeka has come a long way from his childhood. Eewo! That child gave me problems, I know he was hurting from his dad’s absence because he was closest to him. I praise God for how he has turned out, don’t misunderstand me, his wahala (trouble) is still a lot but he has made me so proud.

Recently I have started noticing his hot head is reappearing. They think I don’t know, that he has been in the news recently for nonsense behavior. My children don’t know that know that Nkechi, you remember her, the young lady that lives with me…ehen she helped me put that Instagram on my phone. I don’t know what is wrong with him, but I know he needs the love of a good woman. Not the one that will see him and think he is now her lottery ticket. Ha! Mba nu nu. As far as I’m alive, I will not allow that happen to him. He needs a woman who cares about him. The man and not that football thing he’s doing.

Anytime he comes home, as soon as he leaves, one girl or the other is greeting me extra hard at church or the market or wherever they see me. They go as far as asking to come cook for me. I don’t know what he has told them but I see their eyes shining for gold and silver. I just return their greeting and go my way. No, I don’t need you to cook for me my dear, that is how I answer them. I guess they forgot who my daughter-in-law is. If it is cooking my Ibiso has that area covered.

I know Emeka has this oyinbo ( white) girlfriend there in America.  Although he never told me o, I use that Instagram to see these things. Since he hasn’t told me, it’s not serious, that’s my conclusion so I won’t say anything. So, just like you, I’m waiting to see what he is going to do with his life.

I want to thank Unoma for telling the stories of my sons and I. I also want to say Daalu nu for reading, your comments, reviews and enjoying our stories. At the time my husband left us, I didn’t foresee this outcome. I knew God had us and wouldn’t forsake us but the way my sons have turned out is just a blessing.

Ok, I will go now, remember to take one last ride with us with Emeka’s story. You can pre order it now. I suggest you do that so when the book is ready, you have no stress.

If you haven’t read Rasheed and Jabir’s story…ah! You’re missing o, see where you can order  them. They say is is a holiday in America this weekend, so just get whatever beverage you drink and settle down to read the books. The family and I will see you in the book Mended by Love coming to you Oct 6th. We’ll catch you up more then.

 Next week my son Rasheed  and his wife Ibiso are taking over…treat them well o

Daalu Nu. Chukwu gozie unu(God bless you)

Obiageli

 Hey y’all Unoma here. I hope you enjoyed Mama D. I had fun bringing another sie of her to you. Do what she ssaid order the series or preorder Mended With Love if you’ve already read the other books. You can do that here

Have a Safe weekend. Blessings

Unoma

5 Tips for Overcoming Loss & Loneliness by Obiageli Danjuma

Ndewo nu! I’m back again o.. Today, I’m talking about how I overcame loneliness and loss. If you didn’t read my post Monday, you can check it out

God didn’t create man to be alone. He looked at Adam and determined there it is not good for him to be alone. He has instilled in each of us a desire to be loved and have connections to another human being. When that need that was created by God’s design is not fulfilled, we become unhappy.

Why do people have the notion that when you’re a believer, you have to be “on” all the time. We Christians suffer from depression and loneliness too. I suffered from it. My 10 year attachment to my husband was snatched away from me and left me void. I had no family in London, no real friends so yes I loved Jesus but I was unhappy. I was hurt, pained and angry.

The difference however between a believer and a non believer is that we know that the solution to all our issues lay on the cross. (Disclaimer: If you’re suffering from clinical depression or any other mental disorders please see a medical professional) One relationship should trump all relationships and that’s the one we have with our personal Savior, Jesus Christ. Once we have accepted His abundant life in our hearts. we can take practical steps to work on us.

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Here is what I did:

  1. I accepted I had an issue. God can’t do anything with who I pretended to be. I approached the throne and told Him what He already knew. I was broken and needed help.
  2. I accepted what I couldn’t change. I couldn’t make Zayd  come back to me. So it was time to move on. I had boys to raise.
  3. I changed what I could. I moved myself and the boys from West London to East London. A fresh start in a new environment.
  4. I joined a new church, meditated on the Word day and night. I also took up a new hobby: Clothing designs. That worked out because Rasheed opened a boutique for me in Abuja 🙂
  5. I made new friends. One was Tega’s mother, Victoria. You see, we worked the night shift in my new job then together. Her husband was deceased, while mine walked out but we both experienced loss. You’ll read about Tega in Kamal’s book.

Loneliness can be overcome but it starts with a renewed mind that is determined to break from its grip. Ask God for the courage to try new things and trust that His will is always perfect for you.

Brothers and sisters, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead Philippians 3:13

Obiageli.

Hey y’all this is Unoma. I trust you’re enjoying this time with Mama D. She’ll be back on Friday. Don’t forget to get the series as it is currently on sale. You can order here

Blessing

Unoma

#ReintroductionTour: Behind The Smile; Obiageli Danjuma

Ndewo nu! Good day and welcome. I’m so excited but at the same time by heart is sad. Unless by some divine intervention, my family and I will be bidding you farewell after my youngest son’s story is released in October. Chai! It has been so great meeting you all and telling our story.

Ewo! Where are my manners? For those who aren’tt aware, my name is Obiageli Danjuma. I’m the mother of those Danjuma brothers you’ve heard so much about. If you’re reading this and havent heard about them..why now? Ah ah why? Mba nu nu. No we can’t have that…quick, quick go to Amazon and download your copy of our books. The first one is A Scoop of Love and the second on is Anchored by Love, then my baby’s book will be out in October. It is titled Mended With Love. You can go ahead and buy it now so that day…nothing will stop it from sliding into that thing you young people use to read…ehn..Kindle.

Anyways, let me tell you why I’m here today taking over Unoma’s online home. Those who now me, know that I’ve only talked about my sons. I try not to talk about my own struggles but since you will be reading Kamal’s story soon and I’ll be saying goodbye, let me talk about myself a little.

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My Shame: My only crime was love. No matter what anyone says, you cannot chose who the heart loves. I loved Zayd Danjuma. What was there not to love? He was charming, handsome, wealthy and he made me happy. I knew deep down that his religion would be a problem for my family. You see he was a Muslim and I Christian. I had some solace or so I thought in the fact that we lived in London and he was not a traditionalist. He never treated me bad. In fact his boys were his pride and joy. Or again so I thought. He is deceased and I don’t want to talk bad of the dead but how our lives turned out wasn’t what he promised me. All those nights we lay between the sheets, or when he whispered little nothings in my ear, his promise was forever. How was I to know that my forever would span only 10 years?

Yes, I should’ve known something was up when he wouldn’t take me home with him. Yes I should’ve known when I didn’t even speak to his family on the phone. Yes, I should never have cut off communication with my own family. I have no excuse but to say I was young and naive. When I took my first soon Rasheed to Nigeria to look for him after he’d disappeared for a year…and seeing him with another family. A piece of me died. The pain and shame was worse than death. I had given up everything for him and he did me like that?

My Struggle: When a woman loses her husband to death, society looks at her different than if she is divorced but they look at you with disgust if your husband walked out on you. In a culture where “the woman is supposed to build the home” the woman is also blamed for its breakdown. As though I married myself. No one blamed Zayd, I was to blame for “not knowing it would happen.” After all you are a Christian and he was Muslim they said as though abandonment is limited to religious preference. True it was a contributing factor but at the heart of it was Zayd’s character.

He isn’t here to defend himself and he did right his wrong or try to. First he tried to when Rasheed was twenty and my ejimas (twins) where 16. He also gave them money in his will but the struggle he put us through, will never be forgotten. I tried to shield the boys the best I could. My deepest regret is I didn’t do it enough and exposed them to too much. You’ve read the stories…hmm. But God has been merciful

My Triumph: When my husband came back for the boys, he asked for forgiveness and I gave it. My sons, not so much. I had to in order to resume living. Did I talk to him again? No. Reconciliation is not a condition of forgiveness. Some people are not just meant to be in your life again. Funny how we never divorced each other.

But for a long time I hung my head in shame. I felt like a failure. Through grace, God picked my head up. With His favor, my sons held my head high. I had to come to terms with the fact that I can’t be ashamed of an action I had nothing to do with. Zayd made the decision to leave. Read Rasheed’s story and judge if his reason was noble or not. He, Zayd put us in that circumstance so there was nothing I had to be ashamed about. You see shame wanted me to believe I’m unacceptable but grace made me see that no matter what, I’m cherished by a living God.

So my friends be encouraged always.

Those who look to Him are radiant, their faces are never covered in shame ~ Psalm 34:5

I have to go now. Nkechi just told me my footballer player son is on that Sykpe thing. Let me go and answer him. I hope he is calling to say he has found a wife. A good girl. I will be back on Wenesday to talk about overcoming loss and then Friday to talk about my baby Kamal a little more.

Biko, E jor, please if you have not ordered these books, go and do so now. I heard they are on sale through out this tour season. Just click here

Daalu nu. Ehen, any question you have for me, ask it in the comments and I will answer them. God bless all of you.

Obiageli.

Hi y’all this is Unoma, I hope you enjoyed Mama D. It was lengthy but informative right? She’ll be back later this week. Remember drop her a comment below.

Blessings

Unoma