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Men At Work: An Unbalanced Work Life

Hey there! This is Unoma. Happy Labor Day… most are off in the US but today I want to start our Men At Work discussion with the Danjuma brothers. Oh by the way, did you catch Mrs. Danjuma’s features last week? If you didn’t just go to the home page and access them, Today we’re talking to Rasheed Danjuma. The day his father walked out of their lives, Rasheed swore to himself that failure would never be an option. His number one goal was to prove to his dad that he was capable of being something and taking care of his mother and brother by himself. Now let’s read his own words. Did he let that desire consume him?

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Hello Everyone, this is Rasheed or Stone Cold as my nutty brothers like to call me. Thank you to Unoma & all the readers who have supported us during this journey. Baring our souls and telling our stories isn’t something that came easy. However, since my pops( it feels weird calling him that. For so long I’ve called him “the one who contributed to my genetic make up) decided to disturb my life in London by dying and summoning me back home, I was game for Unoma writing our stories.

Today, I’ve been told to talk about how the absence of my pops affected the way I work. You’ve read my story, you know growing up without a father had a huge impact on me. What? Wait…you haven’t read the story? Why. It’s $1.99 I know you can afford that so just click here and get your copy.

I’m the first son as you know and in any African culture especially Nigeria where we are from, that’s a serious role. Even if your father is with you, you still have responsibilities. With mine gone, I felt the pressure. He was a coward when he cracked and left us and I was determined not to do the same. That determination was the sole driver behind my unbalanced life.

Obiageli Danjuma looked at her son.“Who are you deceiving_ Your family isn_t the only reason you decided to stay in Nigeria. I have Ibiso to thank for that.” 
She paused  for a

The betrayal, rage and hurt I felt, drove my desire to be better than my pops. But then that desire became toxic. Nothing else mattered. Despite what my brothers thought, I had lady friends but they were far and few in between. Love was taboo for me, look what it did to my mom. So no, I wanted none of it. I lived an unbalanced life married to my desire to succeed.

So what is success? Before I speak on that, let me tell you some of the lessons I’ve learnt:

  • Your past has the ability to mold you. You have to make sure it’s molding you the right way. Use God’s Word as a road map.
  • Motives for Success. The Bible talks about the motive behind our actions. Make sure yours do not have its root in “self”.
  • This is a practical tip…when “busy” gets in the way, reflect on your core values, then create reoccurring time blocks around them. That way nothing suffers.

I will leave you with a few of my favorite quotes. My wife put them in a frame in my home office. You remember how I almost lost her? That same toxic desire reared its head and nearly cost me dearly.

Balance is not better time management, but better boundary management. Balance means making choices and enjoying those choices.
Betsy Jacobson

We have overstretched our personal boundaries and forgotten that true happiness comes from living an authentic life fueled with a sense of purpose and balance.
Dr. Kathleen Hall

Most of us spend too much time on what is urgent and not enough time on what is important.
Stephen R Covey

When King David was about to die, this was the advice he gave is son, “Do what the LORD your God commands and follow his teachings. Obey everything written in the Law of Moses. Then you will be a success, no matter what you do or where you go” (1 Kings 2:3)

That my friends is the true foundation of success.

Rasheed Danjuma

 

 

 

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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.

I did the best I could with 3 boys. My only regret is exposing them to too much.I worried about them, until they met these women I know call my daughters

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

The Danjumas Are Baaaaccck!

Hello Everyone,

I’ve been MIA but you know that when I go MIA from here, I’m deep in the trenches of the writing cave.

Well I was 🙂  and I am proud to say that book 9 is done and it is… drumroll please… It is book 3 and the finale of the Sons of Ishmael series, Mended With Love. Yep, after a year long absence, the Danjumas are back. And boy they’re going out in style. I have so much planned and I’m excited to share it with you.

You can read the synopsis and an excerpt of Mended With Love here Don’t forget to pre- order while you are over there.

So as I said, there is a lot scheduled in anticipation for the October 6th release. Check it out below and again do not forget to order your copy of the new book. Kamal Damjuma is like no other character I’ve written. He is not all put together..LOL but he is so sweet.

 

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Here’s a little snippet from the brothers…

“How you gonna get through the airport?” Rasheed asked.
“I got this PYT who slides me through when I need to go unrecognized.”Kamal zipped up his bag.
“PYT huh?” Rasheed shook his head. “If Jabir can change so can you.”
“Nah bro, Jabir and I ain’t the same… he acted like he had game while crying over Dami. Me? I really got game. The ladies love the kid.”
The Danjuma Brothers….are back!!!

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Don’t forget to order your pre-order your copy of Mended With Love here.

Blessings

Unoma

Friday Fiction Mom: Obiageli Danjuma

Happy Friday! Hope you had a wonderful Mother’s Day. Whether you were celebrated or you celebrated someone else, hope it was enjoyable. Today I get to introduce you to no stranger to this blog Obiageli Danjuma. Mrs. Danjuma is the mother of Rasheed, Jabir & Kamal from the Sons of Ishmael series. She took over this blog right before her son Jabir’s story was released. If you missed it you can read it here

Here is an excerpt from the first book in the Sons of Ishmael series, A Scoop of Love

Rasheed took in a deep breath. The aroma of her onugbu soup filled the room. His stomach roared for attention, but it would have to wait. This discussion needed to be had now.

After her routine doctor visit this morning, the doctor was concerned about her blood pressure and had recommended low stress and a change in diet.

“Mama, you heard what the doctor said. You have to change your cooking and eating habits.”

“I’m fine.”

Her reply rattled him. Her health was paramount and it displeased him that she seemed so nonchalant about it. She must have seen the worried looked on his face.

“Stop frowning. I’m not dead yet—”

He stood up and walked into the kitchen to get a bottle of water. The humidity was higher than usual today.

When he returned his mother continued, “Stop worrying. I have no intention of leaving you and your brothers now. Especially since none of you have given me grandchildren yet.” She paused. “You worry about me too much and I understand that, but I’m okay. I have made peace a long time ago. Right now, I need to talk to you. And don’t dismiss me.”

“Mama, whatever it is can wait until we get this squared away.”

“I’m not deaf. I was there and heard what the doctor said.”

“Okay, but—”

“But nothing. What I have to tell you is important.” His mother fidgeted with her chair, returning it to the upright position.

“What is it, Mama?”

She paused, looked up to the ceiling as though asking God for help, then continued, “Nna, I don’t have to tell you the story of my life, the good, the bad and the ugly. The one regret I have is exposing you to the ugly for so long.”

“Mama, what are you talking about? Why are you sounding like this?” Rasheed didn’t know where she was going with this speech, but he didn’t like it. It wasn’t like she deliberately put herself in misery, but it happened. So why was she acting as if she wasn’t the victim in all this?

“I’m saying this because I don’t like where your life is headed.”

“What’s wrong with my life? I have a good job, a house in London, and I can afford to give you the best.”

“That’s just it. I’ve watched you over the years focus on only material things.”

He clenched his jaw. This was a topic he didn’t like discussing, but he knew his mother wouldn’t let up ‘til they did.

He remained silent and she continued, “I’m not telling you not to go after your dreams and desires, but don’t allow the need to prove something to yourself deprive you of living. It’s been years. Stop letting it consume you. Have you given more thought to your father’s will?”

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“She turned to the sunlight And shook her yellow head,And whispered to her neighbor- -Winter is dead.”

Here is a second excerpt from the second book in the series, Anchored By Love.

Jabir reread his email and sent it to Ashton, then shut his laptop just as his mother reentered the kitchen. She had changed into one of her lounging Ankara bou bous. She pulled on his cheek and walked to the counter.

“Ouch. Mama, I’m not a kid anymore.” He rubbed the spot. From old pictures, one could see he and Kamal had humongous cheeks when they were babies. His mother apparently didn’t mind that those cheeks had long disappeared. She still pulled on them any chance she got.

“Hush now. You’ll always be my baby. All of you.” She measured rice from the bag and washed it. “Speaking of children, do I have to ask about Damisi, or are you going to tell me?”

Jabir thought to stall, but then his mother was going to bug him to death until he gave up the information she wanted.

“Your hunch was right. We’re having twins.” Jabir said.

His mother dropped the pot on the burner with more force than necessary. The water splashed on the fire. But she obviously could care less about the sizzling sound it made. She stood in shock. Then she broke into a dance and crooned the song “Imela,” which meant “God has done well” in her native Igbo language.

“So where is my daughter? What have you two planned? When is the wedding?” his mother asked without taking a breath. She leaned against the counter.

“Mama, easy. She’s in Kenya.” Jabir told his mother what was going on with Damisi’s father’s health. She then insisted they say a prayer for him right then. After the prayer, she looked at him. He saw the intensity in her eyes.

“My grandchildren cannot be born out of wedlock.”

“Mama, she has to agree to marry me first, abi?”

“Did you ask her?”

“Err…yes. Kind of.”

His mother frowned. “What does that mean? Chike?”

“Oh Lord Mama, not the Igbo name…” his mother always called them by their middle names when she was angry, disappointed or wanted something they couldn’t give.

“Jabir Chike Danjuma, did you ask her or did you throw your weight around?” She placed her hand on her hip. “See, I know each and every one of my sons and what they are capable of doing.”

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I love Obageli, she went through so much but raised her sons right. Get to know her more in the Sons of Ishmael series. Click here

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Blessings

Unoma