There are some people whose presence fills a room before they even speak.
Alexx Ekubo was one of those rare souls.
A perfectionist.
A quintessential actor.
Quick-witted, humble, effortlessly charming and always the life of the party.
I still remember organizing a show in Nigeria when many of the hired professionals simply did not show up. The event was on the brink of collapsing. But Alex came through – not only did he show up, he arrived with a whole retinue of friends, energy, laughter, and life. He became MC extraordinaire that night and transformed what could have been a disaster into something joyful, memorable, and alive.
He took me around Lagos after I had been away for such a long time. He reintroduced me to my turf with genuine love, admiration, and respect. He called me “Mother,” and I proudly called him “Son.”
When I introduced him to Big Rudy as “our Nigerian son,” Big Rudy laughed and said,
“Cool… as long as I don’t have to pay child support.”
And from that moment, their own beautiful witty friendship began. Alex was everybody’s friend.
Our last exchange still sits heavy on my heart. I was annoyed by his silence, not realizing he was carrying pain privately. That was Alex, deeply private, dignified, and never wanting to burden others with his struggles. Even in suffering, he chose silence.
He could have reached out. He could have come over for specialized care. But he remained quietly himself until the very end.
And now, at just 40 years old, a bright light has gone out far too soon.
Thank you for the laughter.
Thank you for the loyalty.
Thank you for the memories.
Thank you for the joy you brought into every room and every life you touched.
Rest well, my Son.
You will never be forgotten.
