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Sad! Actor, Alex Ekubo, d!es at 41 after battle with Cancer.

Famous Nigerian actor Alex Ekubo has sadly died. Family sources say he passed away yesterday Monday, May 11, after a battle with Cancer. He was 41 years old.

His whereabout has been of concern to many as he has been off social media for a long time. His last post on social media was in December 2024.

Alex was famous for his versatility as an actor as well as his good looks.

May his soul rest in peace, Amen!

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This is the best Christmas gift ever. And it happened while we slept. Happy Boxing Day to you all.

I have a daughter—a seven-year-old daughter. I was seventeen when I gave birth to her. I usually want to skip the story surrounding her birth because all that story brings to me is heartbreak, regret, and sometimes tears.

At some point in my life, I thought men were running from me because I was a single mother. And then Aboagye came along. A man who went around carrying his dreams on his shoulders. I don’t know which oracle spoke to him about his future, but this guy was so sure that he was going to be great in the future. He described himself with every fancy word that’s connected with wealth. The only problem was, he had no work. He has his certificates, plenty of them, but no work to do.

I gave him a chance in my life because he loved my daughter and my daughter loved him too. I remember one day, my daughter asked me, “Is Uncle Aboagye going to be my daddy?” That question hit me so hard. She had been starved of masculine affection for so long she wanted to cleave to this one that’s available. That’s the reason why I agreed to Aboagye moving into my house, though we were not married. It could also be the reason I allowed Aboagye to go see my family with a drink to perform the 'knocking' rite when I knew very well that he was unemployed.

At first, he was diligent with his job search, but with time, he slowed down. He was always in the house, watching TV and playing games until the evening when he would help my daughter with her homework. I told him; “You’re one smart guy. If there’s no employment out there for you, why don’t you start something on your own?” He answered, “I have all the plans laid out. All I need is money.” He told me “GHC30,000 was enough to set him up.

The next day, I went to the office and put in a loan application for GHC35,000. I handed the whole amount to him, telling him to make me proud. Then he started making himself proud. For close to three months I didn’t see any business initiative from him. I saw new clothes. I saw new shoes and sneakers every other week. And he didn’t eat from the house anymore. When I asked about the business he told me, “I’m in the process of registering the business.” “People have businesses they haven’t registered," I said. "You can start something" He answered, “A business like mine has to stand on legal legs before it can walk.”

A year later, he continued living in my house with no job or business. We started having fights. Each time we fought he threatened to leave the house; “I would leave this house, and it’s when I’m gone that you’ll realize no one has time for a single mother.”

That statement always got me on my nerves but in my sober moment, when everything was quiet and serene I thought to myself, "All these years he’s been the only one to stick around. It’s true what he says.” Then I would be scared to lose him and crawled to him again.

He’d be in the house sending me messages while I’m at work; “There’s no drink in the fridge. Get some when coming to the house.” “My shaving stick is finished. Get some for me.” “The prepaid got finished. Send me MoMo to load some.”

I started feeling the burden of financial stress. I was paying for the loan I took from the office, so my salary was deeply affected. It got to a time I was struggling to pay my daughter’s school fees.

He came home late one night, smelling of alcohol. I served him his food. He went to take his bath and later went to sleep. At dawn, he jumped on me trying to sleep with me. I couldn’t stand his breath and I couldn’t stand his method. I struggled with him and succeeded in pushing him off me. He said, “Single mother with attitude. It’s my fault. When I’m gone…”

I didn’t wait for him to finish his statement. I said, “You're leaving tomorrow so stop right there with that silly when I'm gone speech." He screamed, “I’ll go! Explain to your parents what you did to drive me away.”

Morning…

He was in bed when I was going to work. I told him, “When you are ready to leave, call me; I’ll come for the keys.”

He never called. In the evening, I asked why he was still there. He didn’t answer. My daughter was there so I couldn’t pick up a fight. The next morning I didn’t go to work. When my daughter went to school, I started putting his things together. He thought I was joking. He asked, “Are you serious?” I said, “I look like I’m joking to you?” Clothes and shoes are easy to pack, so the next few minutes I was done packing for him. I said, “I want to lock my door and I don’t want to do it with you inside. Leave.”

I left him in front of the house and left the house. When I came back, he was gone.

Guess who’s begging now. Definitely not the single mother.
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For nine month i was pregnant, the man i called my husband couldn't even ask me how i am or how is the baby forming in my stomach, all he does is to fight with me keep malice with me for weeks till i will kneel down and beg him
For nine month i was living as if i got pregnant by myself
I will cook, clean take care of my daughter school registration running up and down to meet up with my daughter going and coming back from school
God for hospital appointment after alot of control from doctors and drawing of my blood, i will still go to market to get foodstuff, come home to cook for a man that has been sitting all day in the parlour, he will still be angry carrying face as if i should have done this earlier
After standing for house with big stomach, back and waist pain he will dish his food eat to his satisfaction and go out till evening
I will still prepare my daughter food because some times she hardly eat what we eat, after preparing her food i will go and pick her from school
People will be asking me cant your husband be dropping and picking your child, i will just smile
Fast forward to 3weeks to my delivery, he started fighting even pour the soup in his hand on my body, he will not only insult me, he will insult my dead parent, my elder siblings, rain insult and curses on me, how me and my baby will die.
For almost three weeks to my delivery this man started keeping malice with me
He will be at home i will be vomiting, he will do as if am not a human being, as if i mean nothing ti him which i know i am worthless in his eyes
My eyes will be turning me i will still be taking care of my daughter telling her if anything happens to mama and her brother in the womb she should stay strong
I vomited one morning and this man just hissed and slept off
Only for me to see a message he was telling a lady be want to get her medicine before going to work for her headache because she burst a pimples in her side mouth
And this is man that has never asked me how am i coping with body pain, vomiting sleepless night, trouble with turning on the bed at night
Struggling to wake up by 7 to prepare baby for school
We didn't talk to each other for three weeks
This is a man i told come and arrange the baby bed he refuse, God so kind i had the strength to start arranging the baby carrier, wash everything the baby will need and packed mt hospital things
My CS was to be on Thursday this man that has not been talking to me for three weeks just bashed into the run to create problem, i told him please i have been avoiding you these days so my blood pressure will not rise, before i know he started pouring insult on me how be brought me to aboard, since the day i came to this country i have never rested from tbat words how he brought me abroad and i can't serve him, I'm a bad investment as if he brought me here for business that didn't yield profit for him
Immediately i wanted to go outside to avoid him he blocked the door before i know what is happening two slaps on my face, i said what have a i done to you this evening again, i held his shirt he blow he put on my wrist dislocated my hand, i was forced to call police for him because this is not his first time of beating me since i came to join him
Immediately police came and after interrogation, i stop feeling my baby in the womb, will nine month just waste like that, just two days to delivery is this how it will end for me
The police quickly called ambulance that I can't feel the baby again
They came and took me away that night
My blood pressure was skyrocketing, the baby was breathing but not moving well
So they kept me in the hospital for that two days so they can be controlling me and the baby, the day of my CS
The hand he broke was not too useful to them, they have to concentrate on one hand to draw blood, fix drip and everything
In the theater i fainted they have to put oxygen on me
God so kind i and my baby came out successfully

I heard alot about benin men but since i haven't dated one before i thought this one was different
No he really proved it that there is no exceptional
©️Becky