My good people, nno nu. kedu? Don’t be alarmed that just means welcome and how are you in Igbo. I know you must know by now that that’s where I’m from. Specifically I’m from Enugu in Anambra State. It’s in the eastern part of Nigeria. For those of you that know Nigeria, you might be wondering how an Igbo girl (Not a word! I am still a girl, young at heart) as I was saying a girl like myself end up having Danjuma as my surname. One word…love.
Gee m nti…Listen to me…there is real love and what we make ourselves believe is love. The Bible says not to be yoked with unbelievers. For all the wrong reasons, I yoked myself to a dashing young Muslim man and I payed for it dearly. I was living in London when I met Zayd, he was not a bad man but we didn’t share the same fundamental philosophies however we did love each other. Or so I thought… his decision changed the course of life for my sons and I. I was very angry with him for a long time. Note to all you young women out there…trust your instinct, if something smells like a rat, it is a rat. When a man hides you from his family…something is wrong. (I can’t go further, Ms. Unoma is looking at me one kind of way…read A Scoop Of Love to find out what I mean.)
But God is faithful..His joy was and continues to be my strength. I raised three well rounded boys so I come to tell you, “For his anger lasts only a moment, but his favor lasts a lifetime! Weeping may last through the night, but joy comes with the morning.” Psalm 30:5. If anybody had told me living in East London raising three boys with no family that one would turn out to be the owner of a conglomerate ( my Rasheed had to embrace forgiveness to walk into his destiny) or a medical doctor, my Jabir, that operates on peoples heart (if only he will let Jesus work on his) or my international soccer star, Kamal…I would have told them kia! asi. It is a lie.
Nne nu m o…look at me…I have been talking and talking and haven’t introduced my self. Ndo nu… Sorry o. For those of who who do not know me, I am the mother of those three men that Ms. Unoma has introduced to you since last year..the ones she calls the Danjuma brothers. Eh umu m…my children. You have already met diokpala m…that is an igbo phrase for first son, Rasheed. I used to call him my little protector (in a way he still is) I’m honored God allowed me to bring him into this world and I am so proud of him. I love all my sons dearly but Rasheed became a man when he shouldn’t have. I exposed him to so much, a child should never have to go through that. It shall be well with him all the days of my life.
Very soon you will meet the first of my ejima, my twins. Jabir, my strong, opinionated, comforter. I knew he would grow up caring for people. My doctor… just like his brothers, he is stuck in his ways. But unlike Rasheed, he is a womanizer…they think I don’t know about the women he carried… carried? that is our Naija way of saying dated…Deep down, all the women he carried was just a way for him to forget the one that broke his heart. I sure hope they can get it together before it is too late. I saw her in Abuja when Rasheed was marrying my sweet Ibiso. Damisi is a good Christian girl, I hope she can show my son the way to Jesus.
As for Kamal, you will know him better when you read about Jabir. They are like 5 and 6. So close. Jabir protects him and I am happy for that…I need to find him a sweet young girl to marry…
Daalu nu o…thank you for sitting with me while I ramble about my children…parents, you know how we are…. Ehen..before I go. click this link here and buy Anchored By Love. It is on sale now. Daalu nu
Unoma here! I hoep you enjoyed hanging with Mrs. Danjuma. If you did do as she said o…click the link. I no dey for her wahala. 😉