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It’s Release Day

Hey there! It’s release day. My tenth book is now available!!

To Live Again: An Invisible Shackles Novel

The devastation of Itohan Adolo’s tragic love story fuels her anger at the world and distance from her faith. That is until Osaro Ikimi comes along. Although he wasn’t looking for love, he wasn’t one to let an opportunity pass him by.
Just when the couple tries to give love a chance, the opportunity for revenge against her ex falls in Itohan’s lap. Unable to let the opportunity go, she sets a plan in motion. However, the satisfaction she feels is short lived when she discovers that the plan will also destroy the new love she’s just realized she can’t live without.
Love isn’t supposed to keep records of wrong but that’s easier said than done. Will they lean on their faith to heal the damage or are somethings just beyond repair?

Will the roar of his love be loud enough to silence her demons and teacher To Live Again


Pick you copy, read & review. Oder here

Daalu nu

Peace & Blessings



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.

Copy of 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(2)

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


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



In case You Haven’t Heard

Hey there!

My seventh book is now available!!

I know you’ve probably heard but the blog title is catchy right? Well I thought so. Okay so back to the topic at hand. On Friday Oct 21, The Final Ultimatum  went live!! As you know, it is the stand alone sequel to The Christmas Ultimatum .I always stress the stand alone part because at no time during the writing of the Christmas book, did I ever think I was going to write a sequel. I had no intention of bringing Olanma and Abayomi back. However, the readers wanted it and 4 books later, here we are.

Well they are back and I had so much fun hanging out with them again. Every piece of writing takes me on a journey and this was no different. It came at a point where this topic was not really what I wanted to talk about. However it’s never about me. I hope you enjoy the return of the RICES.



For the second time in Olanma Obinze-Rice’s life love hasn’t been good to her. Five years ago, a repossessed car and the looming threat of eviction, left Olanma Obinze-Rice in dire need of cash. Then out of the blue, she landed an interview of a lifetime that would solve all her problems. But she had to go through former bad boy and heir of Rice Holdings, Abayomi Rice. One ultimatum, a whirlwind romance and a life scare later, Olanma and Abayomi were married.
Now all Olanma wants is to be free. Free from her rocky marriage, manipulative husband and overbearing father. If everything goes according to plan, she’ll be divorced and free from her father’s clutches by her thirtieth birthday. All she has to do is wrap up one last business deal. Once he gets divorce papers, Abayomi Rice knows his wife has called his bluff. He didn’t mean to manipulate her but her broken promises and inability to stand up to her father tore them apart.
Despite their present state, the finality of a divorce is not an option. He wants his wife back. With his sister’s wedding coming up, he sets his plan in motion and issues one final ultimatum- pretend to be a happy couple one last time. Their farce leads to unexpected healing of their hearts, but then life throws another wrench in the plan. An ultimatum brought them together will this final one tear them apart?

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Hot Off The Press: Secret Places by Vivian Kay


Hi there! It’s the weekend so you know what time it is…time to kick back with a good book. Today I introduce you to debut author Vivian Kay’s book Secret Places. I’ve read it and you’re in for a treat. Everything done in the secret always comes out into the light…In this book you think you know but have no idea

Title of Book: Secret Places
Author: Vivian Kay
Genre: Christian Fiction
Back cover blurb:
After many years of happiness, Moni Badmus’s marriage is falling apart. Unwilling to lose her only child, a self-proclaimed daddy’s girl, to her husband in a custody settlement she goes along with his suggestion of an unconventional marriage intervention. Will Moni’s fear of losing what she holds dear take her to dark places she never imagined she would go? Sam Badmus has lost his thirst for the things of God. For a while, his extramarital activities seemed to be a cure for his unsatisfying home life. But soon his risky behavior exacts a steep price and Sam has to turn to the God he left behind to save his family and maybe even his life. Debo Ajala and his wife Adele are living the golden life or so it seems. Debo is a respected church deacon and Adele, a mother to their four adorable sons. Their lives couldn’t be better, that is until Adele’s feelings for another member of their church surface. Adele’s confession unleashes a series of events that Debo never expected. He escapes his troubled life by accepting a pastoral position in a city on the other side of Canada, but soon his twisted past catches up with him. In this emotionally charged tale of sacrifice, temptation, and redemption, two couples learn sin has consequences and there is no place they can hide from the presence of God.

Moni watched as Shekinah hurried across the yard and went in through the back door.
“Come, let us talk,” Mummy said as she pulled her toward the patio set. They sat.
“Did Shekinah say anything about the school incident?” Moni asked.
Mummy shook her head. “No. When I asked, she wouldn’t stop crying.”
Moni hissed in frustration. How convenient.
“There’s something disturbing your daughter.” Mummy had a thoughtful look.
“Shekinah told me you don’t love her.”
“If tolerating her misbehavior would be a sign of my undying love, then, I guess I don’t.”
“Calm down. Moni, you’re the adult. I know it’s not true and I told Shekinah so. You have to be patient.”
The pain in Moni’s head made her grit her teeth. “Mummy, the time for patience is over. If Shekinah does not get her act together, the school is going to send her to a program for bad children.” The tears she’d been fighting since she received Mr. Scott’s call spilled over. “What am I doing wrong?”
“My dear, stop crying.” Mummy’s tone soothed her. “You know what your father says in times like these.”
She clenched her jaw. “Yeah, my tears are a waste since God is not moved by them. It is my unwavering faith which matters. It’s easy for him to say. He’s a pastor.”
Mummy gave her a chiding look. “What your daddy was trying to tell you is that
wallowing in self-pity will not help. Of course, God cares about our emotions. He gave them to us.”
She reached across the glass table and linked their hands. “Moni, when the enemy of our soul is prancing and roaring, it is not the time to grovel before its paws. It’s the time for us to raise our voices in prayer.”
Moni closed her eyes. She had prayed nonstop for months. She had even fasted a couple of times. Yet, nothing had changed. She couldn’t tell Mummy she was at the stage when she doubted a change was on the way.
On their way home, Shekinah sat in the back of the car with her sweater hood pulled over her head. Exhausted, Moni didn’t say a word to her. As soon as she unlocked the door to the house, Shekinah ran up the stairs.
Not so fast, missy. She caught up with Shekinah in front of her bedroom door. “You don’t get to escape me. We still need to talk about the incident at school.”
Sighing, Shekinah dropped her duffel bag on the carpet. “Mom, I’m really tired. Can we do the talking thing tomorrow morning? Please.”
“Not going to work for me. This needs to be settled now.” Moni folded her arms. “Shekinah Ogooluwa Badmus, why did you stand there watching as your friends bullied a helpless girl?”
Eyes averted, Shekinah shrugged. “I just did.”
Moni couldn’t believe her ears. “You just did? Shekinah, why are you so angry?”
“I’m surprised you don’t know.” She lifted her chin. “Well, Mom, it’s because we are all angry people in this house. You think ‘cause I’m in my room, I can’t hear you and Dad saying all kinds of mean things to each other?” She laughed, but there was no humor in the sound. “Some days, wearing ear plugs doesn’t even help.”
The words made Moni shrink under a dark cloud of shame. She held out a hand. “Sweetie…”
“And if you really want to know why I stood there, I’ll tell you. It’s because if I hadn’t gone along, it would have been my head in the toilet bowl.” Shekinah threw up her hands. “I have to protect myself.”
What had happened to her child? “Please, let us help you,” she begged. “Tell me what they did to you.”
Shekinah looked directly at her. She was taken aback by how tired and old Shekinah’s eyes looked. They weren’t the eyes of a teenager.
“There’s nothing you can do.” Shekinah stepped away from her. “I think you and Dad should help yourselves first.” Shekinah’s tone was soft…intended to be respectful enough to not lend itself to more punishment, but Moni wasn’t fooled. She felt temper in the way her daughter closed the door and worse than the temper, Moni felt Shekinah’s pain.
Moni’s hand hovered above the door knob. The child was right. She had no response to her words. Defeated, she turned away and took slow steps toward her bedroom.

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Vivian Kay is a debut Christian author whose faith stories are woven around the themes of imperfection, divine encounters and redemption. When she is not writing or daydreaming about writing, you’ll find her playing simultaneous games of online scrabble or snuggling up with a good book. A wife and mother, Vivian lives in a quiet corner of Canada’s banana belt.
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