The last Voice Note ALEXX sent me. And that's the part I'm struggling with. Because while he was carrying battles I knew nothing about, he still found the strength to reach out and comfort me. That's who ALEXX was. Met him in 2010 whilst judging the Mr Nigeria pageant. This ambitious 1st Runner-Up came to me determined to be more visible than the winner. Trust ALEXX... He didn't just get seen. He became unforgettable. Late last year, we worked together on a film in Port Harcourt. After we landed, everyone was ranting about the shortcomings of the Production team. And then ALEXX walked up to us, Frail looking but pacifying everyone. Cracking jokes. Lifting spirits. Making sure everyone was okay. Looking back now, that was his superpower. To the world, I was Denrele. To him, I was "Rele." On phone calls, I was always "NNE." And @Wale Nut ? Forever "Caterer Oshi." Those silly nicknames. Those private jokes. That's what death steals. Not just the person. But the voice that called your name differently from everyone else. Today, they lay my friend to rest. And somewhere, I choose to believe Goldie has already found him. The music is loud. The laughter is endless. And they're both dancing #Skibobo while the rest of us stand here missing them terribly. Rest well, ALEXX. Thank you for the kindness. Thank you for the laughter. Thank you for always checking on others, even when you needed someone to check on you. 🕊️💔