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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

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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

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Blessings

Unoma

 

GOODREADFRIDAY: HOPE & MY FICTION EP.2

Missed this last week. My bad, I’ve been really on the go but we are back.

This week in hope & my fiction, I want to focus on the Rices. In The Christmas Ultimatum, Olanma & Abayomi were brought together and fell in love fast. Theirs was a story of a whirlwind romance in spite of a rocky beginning. They later went on to have a fairytale wedding. One you would expect rich young people with wealthy backgrounds to have. However, we met them again five years later in The Final Ultimatum and they are not so happy. Apparently the  romance and big weddings are all they are good at. The marriage,not so much.

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What happens when the love they shared goes oh so bad? Olanma was convinced love was the devil. Will Abayomi be able to prove her wrong? After a whirlwind romance and a fairytale wedding, the Rices are having a hard time having a happy marriage.
On a trip to SA to give it one last go, they are met with dangerous situation that has the whole family bonded in prayer for safety.
Love, betrayals, sacrifice and redemption all wrapped into a delightful tale. The Rices have all but given up on a favorable end for their marriage until they surrendered to the Author and Finisher of their faith.

You can find The Ultimatum Series on all major online bookstores and in print.

Pick up both books and take a trip to South Africa for less than $7 🙂

Blessing

Unoma

You asked, I delivered. #Africa My #Ebooks Now Available

Happy Friday!  I have especially exciting news for my African readers. You can now read my e books on your phones and tablets. How? Well after getting numerous request from potential readers, I’ve finally been able to team up with the fantastic team at #OkadaBooks to make this happen.

Okada Books affords you the flexibility to have access to several books, including mine with just the click of a button. In the matter of minutes, with SMS credit you are able to download and get thrust into the minds of some very talented authors.

Here is how it works

  1. Are in Nigeria, Tanzania, Kenya or South Africa? If yes, continue to step 2
  2. Go the Google store and download the OkadaBooks App It’s FREE
  3. Select your book Tip: Search by the name of my books. Or Scroll for my individualized tab at the top.
  4. Pay. All my books are less than N 1,000
  5. Start Reading…. its that simple.

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Blessings

Unoma