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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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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?”

End

“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.”

End

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

Friday Fiction Mom: Lara Rice

Welcome to the second week of Fiction Mom Friday. Today I get the pleasure of introducing you to Lara Rice. She is Abayomi Rice’s Mom. She wasn’t as much of a stand out woman as Olanma’s grandma, however she was not one to mess with.

Read an excerpt here…(Pictured here is Nigerian Actress Ajoke Silva who I used as character inspiration. Image via Google)

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“Seth Abayomi Rice, you are not missing Christmas for the second year in a row. Make sure you get yourself here by hook or by crook before Christmas day,” his mother, Lara Rice, insisted. He could just imagine her now, walking around their Lekki home with her hands on her hips. After his dad died when he was just three, his mother moved him and his sister back to Nigeria. She needed to be closer to her family. She, however, made sure that every holiday was spent with his grandparents, since he and Zara were the only reminders his grandparents had of their son.

His mother loved to call him by all three names when she wanted to stress a point.  Abayomi stared at his reflection in the mirror as he buttoned up his blue, Ralph Lauren dress shirt which he wore over black dress pants. It was fifteen minutes ‘til eight o’ clock and he didn’t want to be late.

“Okay, Ma. I’ll be there, but I have to make a stop in SA. Grandpa needs me to close this deal on this multimillion dollar complex we have been negotiating. When we’re done, I’ll take the first flight out.” He picked up his comb to put his unruly curls in order.  His mother was quiet.

“You’ll stay for New Year’s abi?”

“Yes, you know you’re my number one lady.”

“Your tongue is always laced with sugar,” his mother said with a laugh. He loved to hear her laugh. She had mourned his father for such a long time. He figured she still did, but at least she now laughed more.

“See you soon. Love you.” As he hung up the phone, he contemplated whether to tell Olanma now that they would be making a stop in Nigeria, or wait ‘til they were on their way to South Africa. Either way, he knew she’d put up a fight, but she was simply stunning when angry and that would be worth seeing.

End

You see what I mean. She is not to be messed with. Have you read the Ultimatum Series? Click here

The Christmas Ultimatum (1)

Blessings

Unoma