My ex-wife Annie made alot of people think I was uséless man, but that far from the truth ---2face Idibia

 The truth is, I’m not bróke. I made good investments. Even if I stop doing music today, my children and I will still be fine. I’ve worked hard, and I’m still working. Music for me now is more about passion than survival.

Annie. She was my light once. Now, she’s the shad0w that follows my name here and there.

Since we parted ways, it’s like she made it her mission to rewrite who I am in people’s minds. “He’s us3less,” she says. “Always chasing dreams with nothing to show.” And people believe her. Because lies, when repeated enough, sound like truth.

Friends who used to roll with me now keep their distance. Even my family sometimes looks at me with doubt in their eyes. I hear the whispers— “Na so 2face go just fall?” But they don’t know the full story.

They didn’t see the nights I stayed up, writing songs with empty pockets and a full heart. They didn’t see how I fought to keep our home together, how I knelt down to beg Annie to stay with me, not for love, but for peace to reign. They don’t know the man who takes his kids to school, the one who still prays for her even when she curse$ his name.

She’s turned my flaws into headlines. My silence into guilt. But I’m not us3less.

I’m bru!sed, not broken. Quiet, not weak. I’ve been through st0rms, but I’m still standing. My music is still alive. My heart still beats for my children. That’s worth something.

Let them talk. Let them believe whatever Annie feeds them. One day, truth will rise—like a chorus after a verse of pa!n.

And when that day comes, they’ll remember who I really am.

And let me be honest, a man can truly love a woman deeply, but biologically, it’s hard for most men to stay with just one woman forever. That’s just how nature wired us.

I' m not saying it’s right or wrong — I’m just being real.”— 2Baba