Hmmm, what is Annie Idibia celebrating again? Oh, it’s their ANNIEversary!

Everyone knows Tubaba. I mean, the dude is a legend. It’s not a small feat to have retained relevance from the days of Ayangba boys to days of lil kesh and small doctor (by the way, aint those boys too young for the X-rated words they spew?). Tubaba is a big deal any-day.

And we loved that he married his tipetipe sweetheart, Annie. Their destination wedding marked the beginning of the continued reign of destination weddings. So, naturally we are glad it’s their anniversary especially as they share the same date with the Ekeindes, another adorable couple.

However, fans want to Annie to take it easy. Seems like she’s always in the news for celebrating this or that. I mean, in the midst of all the ‘happy birthday to my husband’s first child from his first mistress’, we almost missed the anniversary shout out which is totally important!

So happy anniversary Annie and Tuface, enjoy your getaway together. Just don’t tell us about it the next time your leg mistakenly hits a chair. Scarcity does create value.

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