My pastor, his wife and their baby.

The race against death from the crocodile's jaws! The chimpanzee bravely dashes through the rapids to save its baby. https://phoenix-browser.com/GbquMcgfqYP

2Baba Finally Spills the Tea: Why He Walked Away From Annie & Chose Natasha Osawaru—And His Shocking Take on Men and Monogamy!

Whew! Grab your popcorn because Nigeria's music icon 2Baba has just shattered the internet with a bombshell interview that’s got tongues wagging and jaws on the floor.

After months of whispering, speculating, and social media side-eyes, the 49-year-old legend HAS FINALLY OPENED UP about WHY HE REALLY ENDED THINGS WITH LONGTIME LOVE ANNIE IDIBIA—and why he chose Natasha Osawaru, a stunning, poised lawmaker from Edo State, as his new heartthrob.

Let’s rewind: Five months ago, the Afrobeat veteran shocked fans when he publicly split from Annie, the actress who stood by him through thick, thin, and baby mama drama.

Then, like a scene straight out of a Nollywood movie, he was spotted cozying up with Natasha—and the internet exploded.

Now, in a sizzling sit-down on the '234 Mzansi’ podcast hosted by Nedu Wazobia and crew, 2Baba didn’t hold back. No filters, no PR spin—just raw, emotional honesty.

“I’m not chasing looks,” he said bluntly. “Yes, beauty is nice, but I want peace, someone I can talk to freely without tension, someone who won’t flip at every little thing. That’s Natasha.”

Yup, the singer made it clear: he’s done with emotional turbulence. Without naming names (but we know who he meant), he hinted that constant drama, disrespect, and bottled-up tensions wore him out. And when it comes to Annie, 2Baba was diplomatic but firm:

“She’s amazing. We had a bond, we gave it our best. But when something stops working, you don’t force it. We know what we went through. The public doesn’t.”

And just when you think it couldn’t get any messier—bam! 2Baba drops a take so controversial it could spark a gender war on Twitter:

“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again—even if it gets me in trouble. Men were not built to be sexually with one woman. Emotionally? Sure. Love? Yes. But sexually? Nah.”

Say what now?! According to him, biology is the culprit. He insists a man can genuinely love one woman and still struggle to be sexually exclusive. “A man has many seeds,” he added unapologetically. “He can’t just drop them in one place.”

Whew. So while Natasha might be his peace and Annie was his queen, 2Baba is out here defending the wandering ways of the male species—boldly, controversially, and without an ounce of shame.

He ended the chat with a message to all struggling couples: “Don’t stay in bondage for society. Speak up, walk away if you must. Your peace matters more than their opinions.”

And just like that, 2Baba has lit a fire under every comment section in Nigeria. The Idibia fairytale may be over, but the drama? Oh honey, it’s only just begun.

Was this really his situation?

Or is he defending his wrong?

Will Natasha soon receive her own slice of chaos(when the manly biology kicks in like he mentioned earlier)?

Which is it?

WHAT DO YOU THINK

Let's speak up and discuss this. Something isn't right.

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You see ehn… the day my husband embarrassed me in front of his family, I begged the ground to open and swallow me. But ground say “Lailai, collect your breakfast with your chest.”

That day, I died small. But I resurrected with sense. Nigerian woman sense. You know that version of you that’s quiet because she’s in love? I buried her that day and brought out my ancestors.

Let me gist you.

I was that “wife material” they write motivational quotes about. Always covering my husband in front of my people. Always defending him, carrying him like raw egg. Na me dey always say, “Baby is tired,” “Honey didn’t mean it,” “Please let’s not judge him.”

I used to beg my own parents to understand him.

Until one Sunday afternoon at his family compound I can never forget. It was supposed to be a simple lunch. I made efo riro, pounded yam and bush meat. I even helped bath his junior sister’s twins. Washed their plates. Joined his mum in the kitchen. Even gave his father money for his meds.

Next thing his elder brother started cracking a ****** joke about how I was “barren” and should focus more on producing children instead of seasoning meat. And do you know what my husband did?

He laughed.

Laughed o!
Not nervous laugh. I mean loud “my-brother-you’re-too-much” type of laugh. Like say dem just pop champagne.

He laughed and said, “You know say this one no dey hear word, always forming independent woman.”
His mum chuckled and said, “She needs deliverance. That’s how these Lagos girls behave.”
And his younger sister added pepper, “No be so we talk am before he marry am? She dey do pass herself.”

I looked at my husband. My eyes begged him to stop the disrespect. But instead, he turned to me and said, “Don’t take it personal na. We’re just playing.”

Playing??? On top my womb?! My dignity?!

From that moment, I changed.

I became HER. The version of me that removes wrapper, ties trousers and enters ring.

Gone was the soft babe. I returned his energy without blinking.

You come back home late? I no ask you anything. I sef dey enter 10pm with high heels and a sachet of shawarma.
He said I wasn’t cooking again? No wahala. I shifted the pots to one side and downloaded Jollof Plug on my phone.

He wanted war, I gave him military parade.

One night, he sat me down. Looking confused.
“Baby, what did I do wrong?”
I gave him the kind of stare that says, “Na today your eye clear?”

I said, “You did everything wrong. And your apology is ten guests late.”

Still he tried to gaslight me with puppy eyes. That day I turned to Odogwu the 1st of my father’s compound.
I told him straight:
“If you’re looking for a fool in love, go back to your village square. This one don graduate with certificate in war tactics.”

Next thing… his family began planning new wife for him.
Yes! They thought they could frustrate me to leave so they could bring in someone more “traditional”.
Even brought one slim girl to visit I gave her food laced with pure silence and sideways eyes.

You know when they saw I wasn’t moving? They started pretending to be nice. Fake “how are you?” and “hope you’re fine.”

Mtcheew. Who their fake care help?

His mother called one night to tell me, “My son is losing weight o. Is everything okay?”
I replied, “Maybe you should add more crayfish to his soup next time you call him to your house.”

But guess what? The tide turned.
My husband? He saw the light. The same family that laughed with him were now using his head to play ludo.
He realized I was the only one who ever truly cared.

He started begging.

“Please come back. Let’s start over.”
I said, “Oya rent house far from your family compound and let peace reign.”

And shockingly, he did it.
He relocated us. Got a job. Stood up to his family.

His mother visited without notice once… tried to raise her voice.

My husband looked her dead in the eye and said,
“Mummy, you can spend the night. But my wife is not your house girl. If you’re hungry, the kitchen is that way. Cook what you like. Or order online.”

The woman almost collapsed.

His siblings were speechless. I just stood, arms folded like Patience Ozokwor in a Nollywood finale.

LESSONS:

1. Don’t let love make you lose yourself.
2. In-laws can smell weakness. Be wise.
3. Respect in marriage is earned, not begged.
4. When you switch character, switch well.

If you’ve ever dealt with in-laws that thought you were soft, drop a comment.
Tag that your stubborn sister-in-law let her come and read wisdom


Abeg, if ground ever refuse to swallow you just

Love Has No Expiry Date (Even If Your Knees Expire

In the busy streets of Arusha town, people had seen many strange things—goats on boda bodas, preachers wristling dem ons in markets but nothing could prepare them for the drama that was about to unfold outside Mwenge Plaza.

An old man named Babu Choka, who looked like he’d fought in vorld var 0ne, was walking hand-in-hand with a curvy, Instagram-level slay queen named Jesca. Her nails were longer than a local government queue, and her jeans were tighter than an economy class seat.

People stared. Whispers flew.

Then came Mr. Smart Trousers, a well-dressed man with a briefcase and too much concern in his heart. He saw Jesca holding Babu Choka by the arm and instantly decided to become the hero of the day.

He rushed over, pulled out a crumpled 1000k TSh note, and said,
Hey young lady, why are you mistreating your grandfather like that, Take this money and get a taxi, okay

Before Jesca could blink, Babu Choka turned into a wolcano

He flared his nostrils, raised his kane like Thor’s h@mmer, and shouted,
THUNB£R will flre your mouth. Who told you I’m her grandfather? So a man can’t walk with his wife in peace anymore

The street froze. A tomato vendor dropped her bucket. A boda boda guy swerved into a kiosk. Even birds paused mid-flight.

Jesca just blinked, flipped her hair, and whispered, Tell him, baby

Babu Choka tightened his grip on Jesca’s waist and walked away with the pride of a lion escorting his queen leaving Mr. Smart Trousers holding his 1000k TSh and his assumptions.

Never judge a couple by their wrinkles and curves. Love can be blind, and clearly, it doesn’t wear glasses

BREAKING:Lets Welcomes a Baby Boy!

Rumors have now been confirmed popular Nigerian skit maker Sabinus is officially a father!

He and his partner have welcomed a bouncing baby boy, and congratulations are pouring in from all over!

Big Congratulations soon to Mr. Funny

Me: the baby belongs to slimtalker not sabinus

1. You see those girls that eat alot without getting fat, the food goes directly to their attitude very stubbørn set of people

2. When a stīngy man is looking for a wife, any girl who asks him for money is not a wife material

3. You Think you are doing me" But you are doing yourself" if your Mom haven't told you such words, you are Adøpted

4. There are only two nāked things that can kīll a man
1. Nāked wire
2. Nāked woman

They will not teach you this in school
🏃🏾‍♂️

5. Have you noticed that after scratching your itchy anūs, the devil will always whisper, ''now smēll your fingers my child''

6. Wahala Dey for who no go school oooh... if not for sound Education, how will I know that a Baby Lizard is cālled ‘LIZZY BABY’.

7. Convincing a lady who came to visit you to leave the sitting room and enter the bedroom is a skill that should be added to a man CV.
it not easy

8. Allowing a guy who is not your boyfriend to būy you food is also chēating....but you are too hūngry to understand that

9. White people: Sorry you drøpped your money

Blāck People:


10. The only two dreams that come true In Africa..... bed wētting and a witch squeēzing your neck in the night

11. People say fālling in love is the best feeling....But I think finding a toilet when you have a running stomach is the best fēeling ever

12. *A friend of mine just told me his father bought an android car I told him our swimming pool got būrnt yesterday he bløcked me immediately what have i done? I thought it was a lying competitiøn

13. People are busy cūddling their boo and bae, while me I am here posting jokes in this cold weather Rain b£āt me oh

Dm if you are bored

Cutie , why døn't you wānna ādd or follow me for more interesting jokes

Abi i no dey try

“Nigerians please come and help me I am ex-President Obasanjo’s Babymama I dated him for 20yrs and I have twins for him, I have stroke now, Obasanjo knows about it and the only assistance he has given to me is N25k twice”
- Elderly woman alleged she's babymama of President Obasanjo as she cries out for help

LAW AND ORDER

Boundaries are created by law and order they are synonymous with each other and what the whole earth is founded on from the laws of gravity the oceans and the dry grounds separated from each other the physical expanse of the atmosphere and water environments that contain lifeforms that need specific temperatures to thrive such as the polar bear and even fruits and vegetables will only grow in soil in the right temperature they are even only matured in the season set for them which is guided by time. A baby cannot be produced unless two material mater of egg and sperm meet a foal takes three years to form from inception.

Without fixed laws guarding the success of all these facets of life within time and space it would not produce the desired result needed for each environment. We can not climb 60 thousand feet on foot and survive as that is the natural law that oxygen is not as accessible this far from the earth. If we ate something that is not fit for human consumption but was designed for another purpose such as a solvent that removes paint we would surely die if we did not have oxygen to be viable on this planet the body could not survive but after that the sprit goes back to where it started from to god which is another environment that even has a new set of laws that we have access to the throne room of grace by the blood of Jesus which is a primary law of salvation of acceptance of him and all he has done by making him lord and savior of our life while we are still in the flesh we become born again.

Its activating faith which is completely separate from doubt it has boundaries. Even love is defined by what it is not it is not self seeking its binary opposite is selflessness it does not behave rudely that means love is polite it does not rejoice in iniquity but rejoices in the truth its like defining black from white. The road rules that create law and order make it functional that keeps pedestrians and drivers of vehicles safe by the law of give way that is written into the consciousness of every citizen by ensuring they have qualified by passing the test that gave them legal permission to drive on the roads. The laws of marriage that one husband shall be faithful to one wife is foundational to trust and make marriages successful. Oil cannot mix with water because the substance will not permit it to make purple you must have red and blue pigment. Even property laws that determine the boundaries of ownership and what is expected of you is written in legal terms those laws are ideas that have created boundaries.

The amount of tax you pay is relevant to what you earn and redistribution of taxes is set by the politics of the lands that determine the allocation of resources which is dependent on who is governing that has that legal authority even the kingdom of heaven had to obey certain laws for legal requirements to win back the right to have access on the earth and human life . Yet all the law and the prophets is fulfilled by love yet love itself has boundaries by defining what love is and what love is not if the formular is exact love never fails. We have so many problems on this earth and if we got down to the root of every violation of boundaries we will find that it is always going against the law of love. This is why we should always spend time meditating on the meaning of all the dimensions of love and to inculcate them into our patterns. It is a way of thinking and living but love has boundaries by its definitions think of how god fashioned the earth he focused on different parts of its creation by separating he made something new that is a principle for life by the laws we apply to every facet of life determines how we shape life.

Just as the ocean does not go onto dry land is like the boundaries we set love does not give access to everything it is defined by the law of difference God gave Adam and eve instruction he said till the land and keep it rebellion to that instruction would create disorder because principles of truth bring order he said do not eat of the fruit they ate in their heart before they ate physically because they were dominated by an outside thing. Our no and our yes must be firm to keep the land of our life that is what creates law and order is boundaries. If the stop sign is determined for the ocean so is our no stopping what must not have access and our yes gives permission by the agreements we make. We are sovereign when we walk in freedom according to boundaries truth has boundaries you do not open the door to a lion because you know it is dangerous this is why truth is foundational for life . Truth is multifaceted by defining what truth is we define what it is not truth and love are synonyms just as law and order are the same as boundaries.

That is why we can point to the stars and differentiate them from the night sky or the day because we can see physically what it is and what it is not. But just as a diamond glistens multiple colors when it catches different lights yet it is one though we see colors of different appearances as it is turned is like the truth it is not just black and white except all the colour of the light are absent of black. Your eyes do not get oxygen from your body but from the atmosphere because the eyes are the part of the body that does not have blood vessels otherwise we couldn’t see it would interfere with the retina that is another biological law that create functionality of an eye . If those laws were not set in place we would not have vision . The deeper we go with everything we research we will find that its functionality comes by law and order so truth has boundaries the law of love is the greatest of all. Love never fails.

Written by Rochelle White

At least there is a baby somewhere

Hello everyone,I will appreciate some advice please

I need advice as a working mom to a one-year-old. Currently, my mother is helping me take care of the baby. My husband and I have been married for five years and initially split all our expenses, from rent to groceries, 50/50. I earn about $4,000 more than he does. When we decided to have a baby, my husband was also starting a business with friends. He mentioned that it would be beneficial for our future and needed a $30,000 investment. I agreed, and while I was nine months pregnant, he took out a loan to invest.

As the business required more money, he took out additional loans without consulting me. I took maternity leave and had very little savings, while he provided minimal financial support because his money was tied up in the business. At the same time, he continued sending money to his family, including his unemployed brother.

After my maternity leave, our relationship deteriorated due to his lack of financial and emotional support. We began to argue continuously, particularly about my desire to have my mother help me as I found my mother-in-law unhelpful during my time at their home. My postpartum sensitivity amplified every little conflict, and my husband, who has anger issues, often reacted defensively instead of listening to my concerns.

Things reached a breaking point after returning to Qatar, where our arguments escalated over trivial matters. I refrained from involving my mother to avoid giving my husband further reasons to blame her. In the midst of this turmoil, I discovered he had been on dating apps and even caught him on a date with another girl while our baby was ten months old. He showed no remorse and instead blamed me for our problems.

Feeling increasingly isolated and emotionally unsupported, I decided to move out. Even during our separation, he initially shared half of the baby expenses, which included diapers, formula, and baby food. However, since I moved out, he has stopped contributing entirely. I now manage everything on my own—house rent, groceries, and all baby-related costs—while he comes up with excuses, claiming he needs counseling before he can share expenses.

On our baby’s birthday, he came to visit, begging to see the baby and brought a cake. I thought this might indicate a change in his behavior. I sent him pictures, which he shared with his family and friends. However, after a temporary ceasefire, he went back to ignoring any discussions about financial support. He cited the need for counseling again, but I could sense he wasn’t putting in any real effort.

I've even arranged private counseling, but after a date change, I forgot to inform him. When I did tell him, he accused me of lying. Now, again this month, he refuses to contribute to the baby’s expenses.

I don’t want to pursue a divorce; it’s a significant decision for me, considering how much I’ve invested emotionally and physically in our relationship. I feel overwhelmed and helpless, struggling to manage everything financially on my own. I have asked him to at least take responsibility for half of the baby’s expenses, but he insists that I need to come to counseling first.

There’s so much more to this story, but I'm reaching out to see if anyone knows how I can claim maintenance for our baby without going through a divorce. I live separately with my mother and baby, and I had hoped that he would change and offer real support instead of hollow words. However, I can't shake the feeling that his gestures, even on our child's birthday, were merely for appearances.

Thank you for any guidance you can provide.

THE SECOND PROPOSAL
PART 6
The morning of the meeting dawned gray and heavy, the sky threatening rain. Emeka stood at the window of the safe house, watching the wind whip through the palm trees along the street. His reflection in the glass looked like a stranger—dark circles under his eyes, his jaw tight with tension.
Chioma came up behind him, her hand resting lightly on his back. "You ready?"
He turned to look at her. She was dressed simply—a loose white blouse and jeans, her hair pulled back. No jewelry. Nothing that could be used against her. She looked fragile but determined, like a blade made of glass.
"No," Emeka admitted. "But we don’t have a choice."
Chioma nodded. "Then let’s finish this."
The car ride was silent, tense. Emeka kept checking the rearview mirror, half-expecting to see Nneka’s car following them. But the roads were eerily empty for a Saturday morning.
Chioma stared out the window, her fingers tapping nervously against her thigh. "What if she doesn’t come alone?" she asked quietly.
"She will," Emeka said. "This is between us. She’ll want to see our faces when she—"**
He cut himself off.
"When she what?" Chioma pressed.
Emeka tightened his grip on the steering wheel. "When she wins."
Lekki Beach was nearly deserted, the usual crowds chased away by the stormy weather. The sand was damp underfoot, the air thick with the scent of salt and impending rain.
Emeka had chosen this place for a reason—open enough to see threats coming, but with enough cover (fishing boats, abandoned stalls) if things went wrong.
They walked toward the meeting spot—a lone picnic table under a swaying palm tree.
Then, they saw her.
Nneka.
She stood by the shoreline, her red dress whipping around her legs in the wind. Even from a distance, she looked different. Older. Harder. Her stomach was still flat—if she was pregnant, it wasn’t showing yet.
She turned as they approached, her lips curling into a slow, knowing smile.
"You came," she said.
Emeka stepped forward, his body tense. "We’re here. Now talk."
Nneka tilted her head, amused. "No hello? No ‘how have you been’?" She placed a hand on her stomach. "No congratulations?"
Chioma’s breath hitched, but she didn’t speak.
Emeka’s voice was steel. "Is it mine?"
Nneka laughed—a sharp, brittle sound. Who else’s would it be?"
"You tell me," Emeka shot back. "Because the last time I touched you was months ago. And I was drunk. Too drunk to remember anything."
Nneka’s smile didn’t waver. "Funny how that works, isn’t it?"
Chioma finally spoke, her voice low and dangerous. "You’re lying."
Nneka turned her gaze to her, eyes glinting. "Am I? Or are you just hoping I am?" She took a step closer. "Face it, Chioma. You lost. Again. First the baby, now him. History *does* repeat itself."
Emeka moved between them. "Enough. We didn’t come here for your mind games. We came to end this."
Nneka sighed, as if disappointed. "And how do you plan to do that, Emeka? You think the police will help you? They’ll never believe you over me. Not when I’m carrying your child."
"Then why poison Chioma?" Emeka demanded. "If you were so sure you’d already won, why try to kill her?"
For the first time, Nneka’s mask slipped. Just for a second. A flicker of something raw and ugly in her eyes.
"Because she was still in your heart," she whispered. "And I wanted her gone."
A voice cut through the wind.
"That’s enough."
They all turned.
Amaka stepped out from behind a fishing boat, her phone raised—recording. Behind her, two police officers moved forward, hands on their holsters.
Nneka’s face went pale. "You—"
"We heard everything," Amaka said coldly. "The threats. The poisoning. The *rape.*"**
Emeka stiffened. "What?"
Amaka’s eyes were blazing. **"You think she got pregnant by accident, Emeka? She *drugged* you that night. I have texts between her and a pharmacist—she paid for the pills. This was never about love. It was about owning you."
Nneka backed toward the water, her composure cracking. **"You have no proof!"
"We do now," one of the officers said, nodding to Amaka’s phone.
Nneka’s chest heaved. Then, suddenly, she lunged—not at the officers, not at Emeka.
At Chioma.
Chioma reacted fast, sidestepping just in time. But Nneka grabbed her arm, yanking her toward the waves.
"If I can’t have him, neither can you!" she screamed.
Emeka and the officers rushed forward, but the sand slowed them down. Chioma and Nneka struggled at the water’s edge, the waves crashing around them.
Then—
A gunshot.
Everyone froze.
Nneka staggered back, her red dress blooming with a darker red. She looked down in shock, then up at the officer who had fired the warning shot—one she hadn’t heeded.
Her knees hit the water.
"You… you shot me…"
Then she collapsed.
The next minutes were chaos—paramedics arriving, Nneka being loaded into an ambulance, the police taking statements.
Chioma sat on the sand, shaking, wrapped in a blanket. Emeka knelt beside her, his hands gripping hers.
"It’s over," he said hoarsely.
She looked at him, her eyes full of tears. "Is it?"
He didn’t have an answer.
Because somewhere, in a hospital, Nneka was still alive.
And she was still pregnant.
TO BE CONTINUED...