11/06/2025
You see this life ehn, sometimes it will humble you in ways you never expected. I don’t usually talk. I’ve been quiet for years. Swallowed insults, endured slander, and smiled through pain. But maybe it’s time to clear the air. Not for clout—God forbid—but so that when people write my name in the sand, they also write the full story.
I stood by Cha Cha when it wasn’t convenient. When the cameras were off. When people were laughing and gossiping. When she was battling demons I wouldn’t wish on anyone.
Hospitals knew us by name. Prayer houses? We tried them all. Sometimes she didn’t know who she was or what she was saying. She went online, said things that broke me to my core. But I didn’t leave. I held her hand through every episode, every relapse, every storm.
People forget: she once called her own mother a witch—because one prophet said so. Cut the poor woman off for years. Who made peace between mother and daughter? Me. I picked up the pieces and helped her rebuild that bridge.
When she couldn’t be a mother, I became everything. I cooked, cleaned, prayed, took care of our children. Protected her name, her dignity, even when mine was being dragged.
And when she started to heal, I pushed her to go further. Processed her documents, got her visa, watched her smile like a child when she landed in the UK for the first time. My heart was full.
Then a few months later, I saw the post. “I’m filing for divorce. He doesn’t respect me.”
Just like that.
Respect?
Was I perfect? No. But was I there? Every single time. And now… I’m the villain?
Sometimes I wonder—what is it about that UK? You carry your wife go abroad, she starts seeing you differently. Next thing: “I need space,” “You don’t treat me like a queen,” “I’m not happy.”
Bro, carry your sister go UK, not your wife.
Because the way some women change once they cross that Heathrow immigration ehn... it's like na spiritual.
But make I no lie—it hurts. Deeply. Not just the betrayal, but the way people forget your sacrifices once the narrative changes.
I’ll let God judge. He sees the tears no one else sees. He knows the truth I may never speak.
To the fans: don’t be quick to judge. No be everything wey una see online be the full story.
And to the men doing everything, staying silent, carrying their families without applause—God sees you.
One day, your truth will speak."- Austin Faani breaks silence