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From Lil Wayne to his fans, comes his first epistle:

During my prison stint, I want my fans to know I love you. I want all of you to know that I appreciate all the mail I get, and this is my way of saying thank you. The F is for Family, Friends, and Fans.

Love. Live. Life. Proceed. Progress. That’s who I am and who I’ll always be. You see, we’re all living on borrowed time, so I’m not worried about this situation. Life happens quick. The more time you spend contemplating what you should have done…you lose valuable time planning what you can and will do. Trying to tear down the past prohibits you from building up your future. So for my time here, my physical will be confined to the yard. My love and my spirit, however, know no boundaries.

I’m in good spirits man, for real. My kids race through my mind all day. They know they were created with love, so love is how their life will be defined. I just hope my love and adoration for them provides a temporary bandage on a wound I unknowingly inflicted on them.

Real soon, you can catch me blogging for ESPN again thank you espn for not letting my passion for sports perish. I work out a lot because it helps pass the time. I read the Bible everyday. Jail didn’t make me find God, He’s always been there. They can lock me up, but my spirit and my love can never be confined to prison walls.

But this isn’t all about me, you are the reason for this letter. It’s because of you Rebirth went gold when critics aborted it. It’s because of you Young Money is and will always be a movement. If the weight of the world is on your shoulders, I beg of you, place it on mine. That’s the least I could do for you, after all you have sacrificed for me. If I could, I’d write each one of you back. Because of this, my team and I have created a website where you can view my letters. Each week I’ll answer as many questions as I possibly can.

Mia Edwards (Southern California) – I wish you nothing but the best for you. Earning your Masters in Library and Information Science is beautiful. I’ll keep you in mind whenever I decide to do an autobiography on my life.

Kelly Holloman (Brooklyn) – I still remember your letter. You have a great spirit. Thank you for the words and being a real fan. I love you.

Nurris Terrero (New York) – Your letter was so thoughtful and sincere. The way you worded everything left me in awe. Please send suggestions on books I should read. I look forward to checking them out.

For real, this will be the best way we can communicate for the coming months. The same way yall miss me, I miss yall, only 100 times more. To those who hate. Hate is only a form love that hasn’t found a way to express itself logically. Keep sending the letters and I promise keep responding. Thank YOU, thank YOU, thank YOU. No matter what they do to erase me, my love for you will always be permanent. Remember that. Take care. God bless.

Give me the patience that I need
To keep my piece of mind,
And with life’s cares, I hope, Dear God,
Some happiness to find.
Give me the courage to face life`s trials
and not to from troubles run.
let me keep this thought in mind.
“Thy Will,” not “Mine,” be done.

- “Pray”

You can keep up with Dwayne Carter on his website or write directly to him (his mailing address is provided on the blog site!

So… will you be writin’ to Lil Wayne’?!?!? Please leave your comments below & muchas gracias amigos!

Muah & ♥ ya for it!

In case you missed it, catch up on Rihanna’s full interview on The Ellen DeGeneres Show, that aired earlier this week.

On her 13th tat which is “Never a failure, always a lesson” , said Rihanna “it’s okay to make a mistake, just don’t do it twice!” Say that Ri!

Please leave your comments below!

Love ya for it!

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Congratulations to Comedian, Actress & late night Talk Show Host, Mo’Nique, who just won Best Performance by an Actress In A Supporting Role in a Motion Picture at tonight’s 67th annual Golden Globes Awards in Beverly Hills, California.

Mo’Nique acceptance speech was beautiful, graceful and poignant as she won the night’s first award! She was very emotional but held it together as she thanked her husband, Sidney Hicks, Director of the movie, Lee Daniels & fellow cast member, Gabby Sidibe.  She also said that she was celebrating her award with all the Precious’es!

Super happy for her win considering that she also won the Supporting Actress Award for Precious at the 15th annual Critics’ Choice Movie Awards Friday night.

This is a good sign for her for the Oscars…Yayee for Mo’Nique! How exciting is this win!

Here are the nominations & winners!!!

BEST SUPPORTING ACTRESS, DRAMA
WINNER: Mo’nique, “Precious”
Penelope Cruz, “Nine”
Vera Farmiga, “Up in the Air”
Anna Kendrick, “Up in the Air”
Julianne Moore, “A Single Man”

BEST ANIMATED FEATURE
WINNER: “Up”
Cloudy With A Chance Of Meatballs
Coraline
Fantastic Mr. Fox
The Princess And The Frog

ORIGINAL SONG
WINNER: “The Weary Kind,” “Crazy Heart”
“Cinema Italiano,” “Nine”
“I Want To Come Home,” “Everybody’s Fine”
“I See You,” “Avatar”
“Winter,” “Brothers”

BEST ORIGINAL SCORE
WINNER: Michael Giacchino – “Up”
Marvin Hamlisch – The Informant!
James Horner – Avatar
Abel Korzeniowski – A Single Man
Karen O and Carter Burwell – Where The Wild Things Are

BEST SUPPORTING ACTRESS, COMEDY/MUSICAL
WINNER: Meryl Streep, “Julie & Julia”
Sandra Bullock, “The Proposal”
Marion Cotillard, “Nine”
Julia Roberts, “Duplicity”
Meryl Streep, “It’s Complicated”

ORIGINAL SCREENPLAY
WINNER: Jason Reitman & Sheldon Turner, “Up in the Air”
Neill Blomkampt & Terri Tatchell, “District 9″
Mark Boal, “The Hurt Locker”
Nancy Meyers, “It’s Complicated”
Quentin Tarantino, “Inglourious Basterds”

FOREIGN LANGUAGE FILM
WINNER: “The White Ribbon”
“Baria”
“Broken Embraces”
“The Maid”
“Un Prophete”

BEST SUPPORTING ACTOR, DRAMA
WINNER: Christoph Waltz, “Inglourious Basterds”
Matt Damon, “Invictus”
Woody Harrelson, “The Messenger”
Christopher Plummer, “The Last Station”
Stanley Tucci, “The Lovely Bones”

BEST DIRECTOR
WINNER: James Cameron, “Avatar”
Kathryn Bigelow, “The Hurt Locker”
Clint Eastwood, “Invictus”
Jason Reitman, “Up in the Air”
Quentin Tarantino, “Inglourious Basterds”

BEST ACTRESS, DRAMA
WINNER: Sandra Bullock, “The Blind Side”
Emily Blunt, “The Young Victoria”
Helen Mirren, “The Last Station”
Carey Mulligan, “An Education”
Gabby Sidibe, “Precious”

BEST PICTURE, COMEDY OR MUSICAL
WINNER: “The Hangover”
“500 Days of Summer”
“It’s Complicated”
“Julie & Julia”
“Nine”

BEST ACTOR, COMEDY/MUSICAL
WINNER: Robert Downey Jr., “Sherlock Holmes”
Matt Damon, “The Informant”
Daniel Day Lewis, “Nine”
Joe Gordon Levitt, “500 Days of Summer”
Michael Stuhlbarg, “A Serious Man”

BEST ACTOR, DRAMA
WINNER: Jeff Bridges, “Crazy Heart”
George Clooney, “Up in the Air”
Colin Firth, “A Single Man”
Morgan Freeman, “Invictus”
Tobey Maguire, “Brothers”

BEST PICTURE, DRAMA
“WINNER: “Avatar”
“The Hurt Locker”
“Inglourious Basterds”
“Precious”
“Up in the Air”

I am like WOW at Sandra Bullock’s win over Gabby Sidibe. The Hangover also won per the Hollywood Foreign Press! Another wow! Paradigm shift there? What do you think? Leave us your thoughts us…

Love ya for it!

Photo: TheYBF

Hi guys,

I am still shaken by the tragic events in Haiti…please continue to offer whatever help you can!

This is so sad but BlackVoices confirmed that soulful singer, Teddy Pendergrass passed away last night…

“A close family friend confirmed to the BV Newswire that the ailing crooner died tonight. He was 59.
Last summer, buzz started brewing that the ‘Love T.K.O.’ singer was on his deathbed.

At the time, the Grammy Award-nominated singer-songwriter was hospitalized at Philadelphia’s Bryn Mawr Hospital for about a month, and the nature of his illness was not publicly known. He and his new wife, Joan, addressed the rumors and expressed gratitude to his loyal legion of fans for their support.

“I wish to thank my fans for their prayers, concerns and love,” Pendergrass disclosed in a statement. “While I have faced recent health challenges, I am in the care of my wonderful doctors, wife Joan and family.”

“We ask at this time that you respect our privacy,” the statement continued. “Do know that I’m looking forward to continuing my work at the Teddy Pendergrass Alliance to help people with spinal cord injuries.”

Additionally, BV reported that the cause of death is unknown and details are pending at press time.

Here is one of my favorite Teddy songs, Love T.K.O. in celebrating his legacy…

Thoughts & prayers go out to his wife & family…

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The Carters with birthday girl, Angie Martinez (R) at Quo Nightclub in New York City, Sunday night

That Beyonce is hard working is no secret! Her “I Am … Tour” alone, took her on a grueling tour of 110 cities around the world! Bey also planned and threw a lavish 40th birthday party for her husband, Jay Z in the midst of 10 Grammy nods! She even worked during the holidays; her recent performance at a private New Year’s Eve party hosted by Muatsim-Billah Gaddafi, son of Moammar Gaddafi, the leader of Libya sparked some controversy.

Her management was quick to dead that with the statement, “The party in St. Bart’s on New Year’s Eve, with Beyoncé in performance, was hosted by Muatsim-Billah Gaddafi, not his brother Moutassim Bilal “Hannibal” Gaddafi, as reported in the press. Her agents and management firm made the decision to confirm the private performance. The annual party had a long history of booking internationally known artists both American and foreign for events around the world, including Cannes. Past performers in St. Bart’s have included Timbaland, Enrique Iglesias and Mariah Carey. Guests at this year’s party included singer Usher, former BET CEO Bob Johnson, actress Lindsay Lohan and music industry vets, Russell Simmons, Kevin Liles and L.A. Reid.“

So her 2010 new year’s resolution?…”it’s definitely time to take a break, to recharge my batteries,” says Beyoncé, 28. “I’d like to take about six months and not go into the studio. I need to just live life, to be inspired by things again.”

So what does vacay mean for Bey? “I wrote out a contract with myself. I made a list of everything I want to do that has nothing to do with music. Well, some of it does. But I promised myself that I would not go back on tour or in the studio until I finished these things”…

The to-do list consists of “random things. I want to go to restaurants, maybe take a class, see some movies and Broadway shows.” (Beyoncé says she would love to do a stage musical, eventually.) She’s also keen to spend more time with her 5-year-old nephew, Daniel, whose mom is Beyoncé’s younger sister, Solange, 23. “He’s a wonderful kid, amazing, so smart. And I spoil him, so it’s a lot of work. He’s a 24-hour job.“

So for you Beyonce fans, no album from her this year! Sowwy…

…your boy Ursh had some jewelery, electronics & clothing (reportedly worth over $1 million) stolen from his GMC Yukon in Atlanta…here is the video of the reported theft!

Source: USA Today

Hiya,

Some trending topics from tweetville & in case you haven’t heard…

It’s official, talent judge, Simon Cowell is leaving “American Idol” to launch “The X Factor” in the U.S….Read More

Former Alaska Governor Sarah Palin has signed a multi-year deal with FOX News to serve as a contributor across all FOX News platforms…Read On

Rihanna and Grey’s Anatomy star Justin Chambers step up to help a 26-year-old winter Olympic hopeful &  Nigerian Yale Law School Graduate Seun Adebiyi…Read On (peep Seun’s PSA for leukemia below)

Major League Baseball player, Mark McGwire admits to steroid use in the past in order to move forward…More Here

And in some random but sad news Nigerian artist, 9ice confirms marital split from his wife, Toni Payne [praying for you sis!]…Read On

Leave us your thoughts on any of the above or just sound off! We love to hear from ya!…Gracias!

Happy Monday guys!

Earlier this morning, “Soldier of Love” the first single off Sade’s forthcoming album, made its worldwide video debut…& we are happy to post the video for you guys!

The video, directed by Sophie Muller, utilizes powerful yet dreamlike imagery with militant style dancing that coincides with the martial drums pulsating throughout the song. Channeling a futuristic wild-wild-west battleground coupled with her smooth, seductive voice, the video creates an intriguing contrast that captures the ultimate struggle and purpose to find love.

“Soldier of Love” which Sade co-produced with Mike Pela, was written by Sade along with longtime collaborators Andrew Hale, Stuart Matthewman and Paul Spencer Denman. Recorded in England and set for release on February 9th, SOLDIER OF LOVE marks Sade’s first official studio album since the multi-platinum release of Lovers Rock in 2000…

Here’s the vid!

Sade is eternally beautiful! What do you guys think? Leave your comments below!

Love ya for it!

Oh boy! Here is the picture of Tiger Woods‘ cover of the February 2010 Vanity Fair issue. The cover story is below! [ps, it is a long piece] but peeks into the elusive world of Tiger…

When Tiger Woods finally fell from his pedestal—the car crash, the angry wife, the tales of kinky extramarital sex, the link to a controversial sports doctor—it was one of the greatest recorded drops in popularity of any nonpolitical figure. Given Woods’s impenetrable mask of perfection, and the hints of trouble from one strange glimpse behind it, the revelations were inevitable and very, very costly. Annie Leibovitz catches the icon, pre-scandal, in prophetic isolation, while the author finds the clues in the wreckage.

It wasn’t until after the early-morning hours of November 27—when Tiger Woods got into his Cadillac Escalade closely trailed by a golf club carried by his likely very furious wife, drove his car far less distance than he putts a golf ball, and hit a fire hydrant—that the tens of millions of us who admired him suddenly came to a realization: this was the first time we had ever seen him do something human, except perhaps for when, at the Buick Open last year, he was caught on video shaking his leg, apparently farting, and then grinning like a frat boy.

We know all too well the unraveling that has gone on since the crash. Tiger’s little car ride was as pregnant with imminent implosion as the one taken by another sports celebrity on the San Diego Freeway, followed by a convoy of Los Angeles police cars, in 1994. Tiger’s story has been driven by sex, tons of it, in allegedly all different varieties: threesomes in which he greatly enjoyed girl-on-girl, and mild S&M (featuring hair-pulling and spanking); $60,000 pay-for-sex escort dates; a quickie against the side of a car in a church parking lot; a preference for porn stars and nightclub waitresses, virtually all of them with lips almost as thick as their very full breasts; drug-bolstered encounters designed to make him even more of a conquistador (Ambien, of all things); immature sex-text messages (“Send me something naughty … Go to the bathroom and take [a picture],” “I will wear you out … When was the last time you got [laid]?”); soulful confessions that he got married only for image and was bored with his wife; regular payments of between $5,000 and $10,000 each month to keep his harem quiet. It’s all there and more in what is the greatest single fall in popularity of a nonpolitician in the history of public-opinion surveys: a drop in approval from 87 percent in 2005 to 33 percent, with an unfavorable rating of 57 percent, according to a recent USA Today/Gallup poll.

But why? When soccer player David Beckham was rumored to have been in sexual trouble, it may have been disappointing to his fans, but it was hardly surprising. Beckham just had the look of someone who was born to screw around. The same with Alex Rodriguez. The same with Kobe Bryant. (Is there a player in pro basketball who doesn’t screw around?) The same also with Bill Clinton and John Edwards and David Duchovny and Colorado minister Ted Haggard.

But not Tiger Woods. In an age of constant gotcha and exposure, he had always been the bionic man in terms of personality, controlling to a fault and controlled to a fault, smiling with humility and showing those pearly white teeth in victory or defeat, sui generis in the world of pro golf, where even fellow pros and other insiders didn’t really know him, because he didn’t want anybody to know him. With Woods, everything was crafted to produce a man of nothing, with no interior—non-threatening and non-controversial.

I’m aware if I’m playing at my best I’m tough to beat …
It will always be the ball and me …
No matter how good you get you can always get better …
My main focus is on my game …

That was Tiger Woods, all of which made him the perfect man and pitchman for our imperfect times, a charming nonperson.

In the movie Up in the Air, George Clooney’s character, Ryan Bingham, travels nearly 330 days a year to fire people with a sympathetic look on his face. He lives his life in airports, and his very emptiness, masked by calculated caring and aphorisms, makes him effective. So it was with Woods, making millions of dollars for endorsing a consulting company called Accenture with smooth and sophisticated ads emphasizing the noble but totally nebulous concept of “high performance.”

But even Ryan Bingham is ultimately no match for Woods. “To know me is to fly with me,” Bingham says at one point, and there is truth in that. But there was no way of ever knowing Tiger Woods—not in golf, beyond witnessing the machine-like relentlessness that made him the most remarkable athlete of our time, and not outside of golf, because he never showed any real part of himself off the course, never stepping outside of the cocoon that he and his handlers, primarily International Management Group, had created. Nothing was left to chance, not even his wardrobe during major tournaments, a careful mix of dark pants and golf shirt and hat picked out in consultation with Nike. He had the trappings of a life: a beautiful blonde wife, Elin Nordegren, who was a former Swedish model; a little boy and a little girl; an obligatory mansion in Florida, outside Orlando. But so much of it now seems like requisite window dressing, props for the further crafting of image and garnering of those hundreds of millions of dollars in endorsements—Nike, Gillette, Gatorade, Tag Heuer, AT&T. It now seems that when he returned home after a tournament and vanished back inside his gated community, the persona he left behind, the one he so obsessively presented to the public, was as empty as Bingham’s Omaha apartment, pieces of furniture without any meaning, a life without meaning.

There was no way of ever knowing Tiger Woods—beyond witnessing the machine-like relentlessness that made him remarkable.

At the end of Up in the Air, Clooney realizes the error of his ways, that a life shielding human emotion is not worth living, that not everything can be controlled or should be controlled. But Woods, to the bitter end and with a kind of hubris that revealed his fundamental arrogance, still felt he could beat the tidal wave back. When he was taken to the hospital for injuries, a fake name was used. When the highway patrol came knocking, he refused to speak to them for three straight days. It was only when his paramours started pouring out of every cupboard like tenement cockroaches that Tiger expressed some sort of awareness that he was in deep shit, though he did not do so in person but on his Web site. He must have thought the merest acknowledgment of impropriety would be some type of antidote: he was Tiger. For the second time in his life he badly estimated, just as he had a few days earlier when he apparently thought that most fans would accept the story that his wife had a golf club in hand to free him from his Escalade instead of trying to beat the hell out of him for his infidelity. Once again it was sheer arrogance from a 33-year-old man—not “a kid,” as his I.M.G. agent, Mark Steinberg, still idiotically calls him—who continued to think he could fool the world.

There was once, in fact, a sustained glimpse of the real Tiger Woods. In 1997, Charles Pierce, writing for GQ, got inside. Tiger was 21 at the time, on the eve of winning his first of four Masters. For somebody who at the age of two had appeared on The Mike Douglas Show (where, with a perfect swing, he miraculously hit a stunning shot into the center of a net), he seemed remarkably naïve and remarkably stupid about the ways of the media. The interview was largely a series of profane quips by Tiger, such as “What I can’t figure out is why so many good-looking women hang around baseball and basketball. Is it because, you know, people always say that, like, black guys have big dicks?” At another moment, during a photo shoot where four women attended to his every need and flirted with him as he flirted back, he told a joke: He rubbed the tips of his shoes together and then asked the women, “What’s this?” They were stumped. “It’s a black guy taking off his condom.”

There came another joke about why two lesbians always get to where they are going faster than two gay guys: because the lesbians are always going 69. Pierce’s interview, which he taped, was the only honest and open one Woods has ever given. After that the steel wall of insulation came down, spearheaded by I.M.G.

Joe Logan, who covered golf and the P.G.A. tour for 14 years for The Philadelphia Inquirer and saw Woods play close to a hundred times, invariably observed the same thing whenever Tiger appeared at a press conference during a tournament: he came into the room with an entourage that included several security officials from the P.G.A., Mark Steinberg, and often Nordegren, after they got married in 2004. An almost imperceptible nod would come from Steinberg to begin, and a half-hour of questions and answers would start. Some pro golfers, such as Phil Mickelson, wear their hearts on their sleeves during these sessions. Mickelson could talk candidly about his game and the impact of his wife’s having breast cancer. He could also be snarky and pissy. Never Tiger.

“Tiger learned very well to talk forever and say nothing,” said Logan, a co-founder of a Web site called MyPhillyGolf.com, which covers the game both nationally and in the Philadelphia region. For Woods, Logan remembered, an emotional response to a flawless round was “I had a pretty good day.” He never got rude or rattled. He never got irritated with a stupid question, in large part because he knew the camera was always on him. The press conference would go on until Steinberg would give another nearly imperceptible nod that it was over. Afterward, Logan, like other golf writers, would walk out and realize that virtually nothing Woods had said, whatever the cordiality, was usable.

During a tournament, it was not unusual for Logan and fellow writers to go out to dinner and see other golfers, who would at least acknowledge them. But not Tiger. Once a round was over, he did not linger. He often stayed in private houses during tournaments, and the rumor during one British Open was that he took out the existing furniture and moved in his own.

If he was unknowable to writers who covered him, he was equally unknowable to virtually all the other golfers on the tour. They admired him and were thankful for him. They knew of his remarkable 71 P.G.A. victories during his 13-year pro career. They knew he had won 14 major tournaments, leaving him only 4 behind the record set by Jack Nicklaus. Most important, they knew that purses for P.G.A. tournaments had gone from $71 million in 1996 to $279 million in 2008, virtually all of the increase attributable to Woods. But there was always an arm’s-length relationship, this sense that Woods as a golfer was superhuman and they were not, though he was always affable, never antagonistic. Early on, he had learned that one of the rules of pro golf is to conform, a commandment only heightened in his case by his being black in a white man’s game. “He tried to present himself as a normal person,” said Michael Bamberger, a senior writer for Sports Illustrated, who has covered Woods’s career. “What seems clear now is that he lived a very abnormal life all his life in a sport in which guys are very conventional, and if you are not conventional you get ostracized right away.” Whatever demons lurked, he kept them well hidden. Too well hidden.

In the wake of the steamy revelations, Logan, like the general public, feels that Tiger willfully, and fraudulently, created an image designed to make him as much money as possible: “He held himself out to a higher standard he created and built and cashed in on. Everyone feels duped and betrayed. It’s not like some guy who got drunk and jumped in the sack with some waitress.”

With the number of alleged paramours reaching 14 as of mid-December (a figure bound to multiply), it is safe to say that behind the non-accessible accessibility and seemingly perfect marriage to a beautiful woman was a sex addict who could not get enough. There is nothing wrong with that, given that the opportunities for Tiger were endless. But it is hard not to conclude that the only reason he got married was to burnish that precious image even more, family man on the outside and what Logan calls “this whole alternate life” on the inside. Even Hugh Hefner publicly disapproved of Woods’s behavior, decrying not that he had sex with other women but that he tried to lie and cheat his way through his liaisons without manning up to the fact that the marriage wasn’t working.

It was the age-old clash of image versus reality, the compartmentalization of two different lives that inevitably merge, whoever you are.

Things are only continuing to cascade downward for Woods. Sexcapades aside, the most damning blow to his reputation may well be his link to Anthony Galea, a doctor who has been charged in Canada with trying to smuggle an unapproved drug into the country. In the United States, Galea is reportedly suspected by federal officials of dispensing illegal human-growth-hormone drugs to athletes, an allegation he denies. According to news accounts, Woods saw the doctor on several occasions to aid his recovery from knee surgery. There is no proof that Woods took performance enhancers, and sources say Woods is not part of the federal investigation, though as far back as 2007, sportswriters covering him could not help but notice that from the back he was beginning to look like Barry Bonds. But since he was Tiger Woods, they gave him a free pass. Now, whether Tiger is innocent or not, suspicion will linger. There have also been reports that his wife plans to leave him despite Woods’s frantic attempt to keep the marriage intact with what the New York Post called a $5 million “re-signing” bonus. Going forward, it is impossible to trust the motives of Woods on anything, whether he wants to be married for real or to reclaim an image so bloodied that his endorsement career is almost certainly over.

The swirling question is if, and when, he will return to golf. Most observers think he will, but with companies such as Accenture, Gillette, and Tag Heuer basically fleeing for the hills, he would simply be a golfer trying to win a tournament. His focus is such that he can likely still win, whatever the insanity surrounding him, but life will be different. Donald Trump thinks he will come back “bigger than ever,” a sure sign the opposite will happen.

In the end it was the age-old clash of image versus reality, the compartmentalization of two different lives that inevitably merge at some certain point, whoever you are. He exhibited the same superhuman confidence off the golf course that he exhibited on it, apparently convinced he would never be caught despite the stupid sloppiness at the end—text messages, voice-mail messages. He deluded himself into thinking he could be something that he wasn’t: untouchable. The greatest feat of his career is that he managed to get away with it for so long in public, the bionic man instead of the human one who hit a fire hydrant.

Photo / Source: Vanity Fair

…and goodnight from R&B singer, Monica’s cute little boys, Lil Rocko & Romelo…peep the twitvid she posted on Twitter!

Mama can sang!! [smile] But how cute are those boys?!!?! OMG…

Love ya!

Hola guys & dolls,

What a whirlwind…& we are back! Heartfelt congratulations to Khanyi & Chinezi who recently tied the knot in a spectacular wedding in South Africa!

Khanyi & Chinezi

Seriously, they are like royalty! Khanyi Dhlomo whom I so admire and adore, is one of Africa’s most successful female media moguls. Her background is pretty amazing and very inspirational! Khanyi started her career as a newscaster for Metro FM and then transitioned to the magazine industry at age 22 when she took over as the Editor of True Love Magazine. Under her leadership, the magazine soared! Not only did Khanyi double the publication’s readership and circulation, but she also received accolades including the AdVantage Magazine Editor of the Year Award in 2001

Khanyi Dhlomo is the currently the driving force behind Ndalo Media as Managing Director and Founding Editor of DESTINY MAGAZINE. Ndalo Media is parent company of the hugely popular high-end business and lifestyle magazine for African women, Destiny Magazine.

It was while completing her M.B.A. at Harvard Business School that Khanyi met her husband Chinezi Chijioke who is from Arochukwu, Abia State, Nigeria (he is Nigerian-American & extremely fine!). The cute couple met in 2005 at a fundraiser for the African Leadership Academy which was founded by Fred Swaniker; Chinezi’s classmate at Stanford Business School…that sparked a classic African romance!

Khanyi was quoted on one of the leading South African entertainment website, saying: “”The proposal was simple, traditional and beautiful. “He asked for my hand in marriage by asking my mother first, as my father has passed on”…

So their wedding was set in the lush natural surroundings of the Cape Winelands in Franschhoek. The bride’s ivory-coloured strapless dress with delicate embellishments was by Designer to the Stars, Elie Saab while the groom was uber handsome in his Black suit paired with a Baby Blue tie.

In the presence of their guests including the bride’s two children, the couple pledged their love and commitment then proceeded to dance the night away…fun times!! Who’s who of South Africa attended the uber fabulous wedding, including South African celebs Carol Bouwer, Puleng and Given Mkhari, Dr. Precious Moloi of African Fashion International and former Miss SA, Peggy-Sue Khumalo.

Wishing the newly-weds a beautiful long life together strengthened & protected by the love of God…

For my dolls out there….how much of a fairytale wedding was this!!!!!?!!! Leave us your thoughts/comments below!

Love ya!

Photo: Bella Naija