Amber Rose shades Wiz Khalifa on his fake online drama....

Amber Rose took to twitter yesterday to shade her ex, Wiz Khalifa after he released photos from the birthday party he finally had for his son. He'd initially planned a party for the boy but told fans Sebastian was missing at the party. People naturally assumed Amber refused to let Wiz have the boy.

Now Amber says she's going to be keeping her son's pictures off social media because she doesn't want him involved in messy fake stories. Can she stop the boy's father from posting his pics online?

Reality TV royal family: the Kardashians ink $100m reality show deal

The Kardashians have again signed a record-breaking, $100 million-plus deal to remain with E! for another four years, sources have exclusively confirmed to Page Six. Kris Jenner secured the deal for herself and daughters, Kim, Khloé and Kourtney Kardashian, Kendall and Kylie Jenner and Scott Disick. Bruce Jenner and Kanye are not part of the deal.

The Kardashian deal, the highest in TV history for a reality brand, is being kept strictly under wraps and covers at least four more seasons of “Keeping Up With the Kardashians” as well as spinoffs,

Bomb explosion at bus station in Potiskum, 18 feared dead

 
A bomb went off this morning at about 11.40am at the Tashar Dan-Borno motor park in Potiskum, Yobe state killing as many as 18 people. Eyewitnesses say the bus was loaded with passengers and was about leaving for Kano when a loud explosion was heard. Rescue operation is currently ongoing. More details later.

I caught my husband cheating - so I trashed his £100k Porsche, cut up his clothes, fought him for control of my company, by Michelle M

One of Britain's most flamboyant businesswomen and Ultimo bra tycoon Michelle Mone wrote in her book 'My Fight to the Top' about how her marriage became a battle more bitter than any she'd faced in a  boardroom, how she exposed his affair, and plotted her revenge. Very interesting. Read below.... 

As a kid growing up in one of the most working class parts of Glasgow, I vowed that one day I’d have a house like the ones I saw on my favourite TV programme, Dynasty.

Sure enough, the six-bedroom mansion which my husband Michael and I bought in 2008 had a sweeping staircase, just like the one featured in the home of the fabulously wealthy Carrington family.

There was also a huge walk-in wardrobe containing 100 pairs of Louboutin shoes and racks of dresses costing £4,000 a pop.

Downstairs we had a bar, a cinema with reclining leather chairs and even a nightclub out the back, not to mention five flashy cars on the driveway including Michael’s £100,000 Porsche.

To top it all, the house was in an affluent village ten miles from Glasgow which is known as Millionaires’ Row. For me, it couldn’t have been more perfect — but my parents hated visiting me there.

‘It’s like a show-home,’ Mum shuddered, and she was right. I had installed four dishwashers because I couldn’t bear the sight of dirty plates, and our three kids were forbidden ever to put a pine coat-hanger into a walnut wardrobe, knowing that it would freak me out.

Once I returned from a business trip and found that the salt grinder had been left out in the kitchen. Panic. I needed to check nothing else was out of place.

Only after I’d opened the cupboards one by one and ensured that the food labels were all facing the same way did I feel in control again.

This obsessive compulsive behaviour was a manifestation of my deep-seated unhappiness. I found comfort in regimenting the small things around me because I felt out of control in a much bigger part of my life — my marriage.

As I’ve explained in this series, my marital problems began soon after the launch of our Ultimo lingerie brand in 1999. Going to work became like walking through a minefield, our boardroom meetings constantly interrupted by one or other of us storming out, and the arguments continued at home where our sex life was virtually non-existent.

Incredibly, I never considered divorce. I came from a background where you got on with it, no matter what. But the beginning of the very dramatic end came in the summer of 2011 when I appointed 31-year-old Samantha Bunn as our new head of design.

She was nine years younger than me and I took her under my wing. She was having big problems with her boyfriend so I felt sorry for her and said she could live in our guest annexe, right next door to the main house.

I treated her like a family friend. Some nights I invited her over for dinner and we’d all sit around the kitchen table, chatting and laughing. But soon she started pushing the boundaries.

At work, she was always in Michael’s office, flirting and flicking her long dark hair. Michael shut the door, something he never usually did, but I could see what was going on because of the design of our headquarters. Built in the shape of a breast — well, we had made our fortune selling bras — they had glass walls everywhere.

While I was away on business, Sam started popping around for dinner with Michael and the kids. One night I saw him lifting a bottle of red out of the wine rack and he told me he was taking it next door because Sam had texted to say she’d run out. An hour later he returned, claiming they had been just ‘talking’.

After that, I was constantly asking Michael if he was having an affair and his answer was always the same — ‘You’re mad, you need to be sectioned’.

He told everyone, even my parents, that I needed psychiatric help, but my suspicions continued to grow at our office Christmas party where Sam giggled into his ear and he ignored virtually everyone else.

I wanted to go home at 7pm so the staff could let their hair down without us around, but Michael refused to leave. That night, I paced our bedroom waiting for him to return. Finally, at 3.30am, I heard a taxi pull into the drive and the two of them giggling.

That was it. I’d had enough of this heartache and nobody made a fool out of me. I confronted him and we had yet another explosive argument and barely spoke for the next week.

When it got to Christmas Day we agreed that we’d put on a happy front for the sake of the children, who were then 12, 15 and 19, but after taking the turkey out of the oven Michael suddenly walked out.

It was awful. I was crying and so were the kids. He didn’t come back until Boxing Day morning, and we agreed then that our marriage was over. I put out a Press statement to that effect because that way I knew there could be no going back, and I could draw a line under it and finally move on.

The release made no mention of Sam. I was doing this for closure, not out of spite, but Michael remained adamant that there was nothing happening between them, and I wanted proof that there was to reassure both myself and my family that I wasn’t going mad, as he had kept insisting I was.

So I decided to flush them out like rats. That January, the two of them were due to visit our factories in Hong Kong with some of our technical staff and I gave details of their itinerary to a private detective recommended via contacts of my friend, Carol Vorderman.

I’d got to know Carol well after we starred together on Celebrity Apprentice, and while Michael and Sam were away in Hong Kong she took me out to lunch in London to cheer me up.

Halfway through our meal I got a call from the private detective, suggesting we meet urgently. He came to the restaurant, took me aside, and handed me a big brown envelope.

Inside I found pictures of Michael snogging Sam at the airport and of her going back to his hotel room. Deep down I knew my marriage had been over for years, but I still felt indescribable pain. My knees buckled and I fell to the ground crying, comforted by Carol who ran over and wrapped her arms around me.

Back in Scotland my grief turned to anger. After texting Michael to tell him that he had been caught red-handed, I grabbed a knife and went to town on his beloved Porsche, scratching it to shreds.

Then I charged round to the guesthouse where Sam was living — thanks to the kindness which she had betrayed — and threw all of her possessions into the garden, the dressing table along with them. I was like a banshee.

I then kept calling Sam’s phone until she picked up.

 You b****, you lied to me,’ I screamed.

‘It’s not like that,’ she stuttered. ‘It only started a few days ago.’

‘You’re a liar and you’re fired,’ I blasted.

When Michael got back from Hong Kong, the first thing he raged about was his Porsche.

‘My f***ing car,’ he yelled. ‘You’ll pay for that.’

‘You’re lucky I didn’t set fire to it,’ I replied.

In the coming weeks, he told the press that there had been no relationship with Sam prior to our split at Christmas — and I even got a letter from her lawyers saying that she was suing me for unfair dismissal.

What was I supposed to do? Sit down and design bras with her? I would probably have stuck the needles and scissors up her backside, but my lawyer advised me to pay her off and she wasn’t the only cost. I also had to give Michael £8,000 for the damage to his car. But the fighting between us was not over even then. 

Any reasonable person who’d had an affair would have moved out of the family home, but Michael tried to insist that it was I who should go. There was no way I would leave my house and my kids, and what followed was like that film The War Of The Roses in which divorcing husband and wife Michael Douglas and Kathleen Turner try everything to get each other to leave the house and end up in a fight to the death.

Every night there was a race to the master bedroom. Whoever was there first got the bed. I put his favourite shirts and cufflinks in the bin. I let down his car tyres. I cut holes in all his boxer shorts. I put laxatives in his coffee on the day that he and Sam were going to a wedding — God only knows if that worked. Michael probably did things to me too because quite a lot of my stuff went missing, but somehow we remained under the same roof for eight months before agreeing to alternate weeks at the house.

On the day I moved out to a hotel for his first week I crept up to the master bedroom, pulled back the luxurious throw and threw a bucket of cold water over his side of the bed before replacing the covers.

Later the kids phoned to ask why I had done this and, looking back, I can see I was selfish. I should have thought about the effect all this would have on them, but it was my way of getting my hurt out.

At the same time, I was also fighting Michael for control of the company. Who would buy out who? It started with a low blow from him. ‘You’re fired,’ he said one day, pointing at me as if he was Lord Alan Sugar.

I’d always left the legal side of things to him and now learned that he had somehow ended up with 48 per cent of our shares, compared with my 47 per cent. But still he needed 50 per cent to control the business and I managed to persuade Tom Walker, a silent shareholder who owned 5 per cent, to back me, and together we had more power than Michael.

That was round one of what felt like the longest boxing match in history. Whatever punches Michael threw I got up the next day ready for battle.

He might have been more intelligent than me — he was a university graduate whereas I had left school at 15 with no qualifications — but I had more fight and stamina, although I was crying myself to sleep and downing a bottle of wine a night to numb the pain of it all.

With news of our problems now public, the company value crashed as customers wondered what was going on. Eventually I managed to find new backers, but they would only invest if Michael left — and he refused to accept what was being offered for his shares.

Finally, in February 2013, with only weeks to go before we went under, our bank told Michael that he had to accept the deal. That same day I agreed with him the paperwork for our divorce, and soon afterwards we sold the house.

The biggest battle of my life was finally over, and in August 2013 the kids and I moved into a once derelict Victorian building in Glasgow which I had spent months transforming into our new dream home. Living there was a new beginning for us, and the feelings of bitterness which used to eat me up at night slowly vanished.

Not even the news that Michael had launched a rival lingerie company with Sam bothered me, and I wished them all the best on their recent engagement.

As for me, I hope that one day I’ll meet the perfect guy, but I’m not sitting around waiting for it to happen because there’s so much I still want to achieve.

These days I want to spend more time with my kids, and more time working on ‘me’, and so I have sold 80 per cent of Ultimo, hanging up my bra as Chief Executive.

I’m still working out what I want to do with the next chapter of my life. It will definitely involve lots of motivational speaking, inspiring other people to make the most out of their lives, and if there’s one lesson I’ve learned above all, it is that material things do not bring you happiness.

If only I could go back in time and tell that to the little girl who sat at home in the East End of Glasgow, watching TV with her sausage-and-chips supper on her knees and dreaming of the riches she saw on Dynasty.

Photo: Iyanya and his sexy abs cook in the kitchen...

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Meet the Blind Afro-beat songstress Lioness Oyinbo

Lioness Oyinbo is a blogger, journalist, fiction writer and singer whose blind from birth due to a detached optic nerve, she uses her blog to talk about various issues related to blindness and some other aspects of her life and whatever she feel like discussing with her audience.

Lynn is a Norwegian but find her way into Nigerian music industry because of her love for Afrobeat, she recently duet Nigerian born singer Lace on ‘Let Go Party’ which has been enjoying massive listening across the music channel.

The beautiful white afrobeat singer; is widely known as Lioness Oyinbo in the Nigeria music scene said that the Pop singer Oristefemi was the genesis of her stage name; according to her ‘My name is Lynn and I got the Lioness from my hair, golden colour and curly like a lioness. I don't know exactly how but somehow, few of my friends call me lioness in London, but for the oyinbo part, that was Oritsefemi when we did a recording session, he was to do the introduction and he was messing around, calling me Lioness Oyinbo, and since then it just kind of stuck. Ever since then, my friends here in Nigeria call me ‘Lioness Oyinbo.

 Though, she started singing at the tender age with the church choir, but knew she will be a secular singer and not a religious singer, have recorded eight songs to her credit and also had collaboration with LACE and Oritsefemi, she squealed that her song with Oristefemi is going to be the biggest among all her when the song finally release to the general public.

When she was asked about her being blind imperfection and how she manage to use computer to blog and communicate to people.

Lioness Oyinbo who is signed on to a freshly formed Nigerian label, called Slim Entertainment Records with Slim-Fit as a label mate, said that; blindness is not an imperfection and It really hurts me that some people think that I'm less perfect than someone else because I'm blind. I mean we all have imperfections as people but I don't think blindness is my imperfection. It's a challenge for sure and some days, I really wish I could see because it could be frustrating but I am sure that you wake up and you look at one thing in your life and say this is my imperfection. That's why I don't want people to look at my blindness and say it's an imperfection. If I have any imperfection, it might be something in my character or something else but it is nothing physical about me. 

Speaking further on how she uses computer to blog and type; she said ‘I use a normal computer but I just have software installed that speaks to me so I know what I'm writing. I do everything like you do I just hear instead of seeing on the screen.’

Singer Essence on why it's been difficult to get married

One of the hassles of being single is that people never stop asking you about it..lol. After a while, you just repeat the same thing to everyone. When asked if being single bothered her and why it's been difficult for her to get married, singer Essence said;

"It bothers some people. Some think it is destiny. If you can work towards it, fine. It doesn't just work for everybody. If it happens, fine. If not, fine"she said

"Marriage is difficult. A lot of people in it are not enjoying it. Some are enjoying it. It is not just me. I wouldn't be sent to hell if I don't get married" she said

Airport Chic! Nollywood Actress Ebube Nwagbo Takes a Trip for her Birthday

Nollywood actress Ebube Nwagbo is celebrating her birthday today and her colleagues have been using social media to wish her the best.

She shared a photo a few hours before her actual birth date showing that she is going on a trip.

She shared a picture on her Instagram page and captioned ‘Few Hours 2My Bdy…#YSL #ChristainLouboutin #PhilipPlein #Gucci #Prada #BirthdayBehaviour#’

She also shared another picture and thanked people for their wishes ‘Happy Birthday 2Me!! #PoshEB #PoshestOfThemAll #AdaMmadu #PoshBoss #UgegbeOyibo #AdaAlaNso #HerPoshSexCellency #I Can Go On N On..I Will 4Ever Be GrateFul 2U Lord 4Ur Blessings,Favour,Grace,Protection And Love..I Thank U For My Beautiful Posh Friends,Fans,Family And Boo!I Thnk U Lord 4 Bringing Me This Far!I thnk U For The Gift Of Life!Its Priceless!!I Thnk u For Loving Me Specially And Creating Me Poshly In Ur Own Image..And Most ThnkFul For Making Me Ur Own OLUEBUBECHUKWU #ThnkFulHeart #ThnkFulMouth #GrateFul #AsaN’Igbo #PoshlyMadeByChukwu#’

What Happened When a Handsome White Actor Shed a Tear Over Glory

There is nothing, nothing like seeing a handsome, straight, cisgender, wealthy, able-bodied white man cry to remind us how horrific black people had it during the Civil Rights Movement.

Sounds ridiculous, doesn’t it? But that was the gist of the headline over at Gawker christening actor Chris Pine the “face of Civil Rights.” Why? Because he shed a lone, beatific tear in response John Legend and Common performing their powerful song “Glory” from the Selma soundtrack at the 87^th Academy Awards.

That’s right: blond-haired, blue-eyed Chris Pine is a symbol of the black blood spilled by police dogs, billy clubs and Klansmen on roads from Mississippi to Alabama. His face, not that of Selma star David Oyelowo---whose face was flooded with tears that caused a visceral, reciprocal reaction in many black people watching---is mainstream media’s symbol that we have overcome.

When I posted the image on Twitter, there were those who thought that Gawker was being subversive, mocking the idea that white tears have cleansing power. In a perfect world, that perspective would make sense. But in a nation steeped in the blood, bones and sinew of desecrated black bodies, where so-called allies become heroes and people of color are forced into the margins of our own stories, I have no reason to believe that this time is any different.

For the first time in six years, the Oscars ratings dipped---down to an estimated 36.6 million viewers. Though mainstream media has yet to acknowledge the success of her efforts, it wouldn’t be a leap in logic to assume that the abysmal showing is due in part to April Reign’s #OscarsSoWhite boycott in protest of the fact that not one black actor was nominated in any category.

This makes it even more egregious that a white man's tear has become the viral takeaway from a whitewashed award show where most black people in attendance were only there to perform and present awards to their white counterparts. The message here being that we can dance and sing for their entertainment but we shouldn’t expect to be acknowledged for talent not done in their service or for their amusement.

The entire uncomfortable night had shades of 1940, the year Gone With The Wind actress Hattie McDaniel was barely allowed into the Ambassador Hotel to receive her Oscar for Best Supporting Actress because of the venue’s “no-blacks” policy. But what do media outlets---posting pieces primarily by fan-girling white women---decide to focus on? Pine’s “hot” and “sexy, heart-clinching tear.” The New York Post even went so far as to remind readers that Pine is just sensitive like that, but that Oyelowo “also shed a few tears.”

For the white women who seem baffled by the backlash from black feminists against Patricia Arquette’s tone deaf post-Oscar statement about wage equality, which amounted to a rendition of “(White) Woman is the Ni**er of the World,” see any of the links above.

Octavia Spencer, who became only the fifth African American actress to win Best Supporting Actress honors in 2012 for her portrayal as a maid in The Help, introduced Legend and Common by sharing that the Academy Awards postponed its telecast 47 years ago to pay homage to Dr. King. For the “Glory” performance, the duo recreated the Edmund Pettus Bridge, the location of Selma’s Bloody Sunday and a gut-wrenching reminder of the lives lost and forever changed in the quest for civil rights. This raw, fearless performance was done in spite of the shut out of black actors, a continuation of the grace, dignity and commitment to equality that African Americans are known for in this country.

But what is the face of civil rights? What warrants mainstream media’s swoons, heart-flutters and white fists of solidarity? Chris Pine’s tear surrounded by a blinding sea of whiteness, the same group of people who couldn’t even bring themselves to say #BlackLivesMatter at the Golden Globes but had no problem proclaiming #JeSuisCharlie.

Unfortunately, this is a lasting legacy of civil right in this country: white reaction to black pain being perceived as more powerful than black reaction to it---and even more powerful than black pain itself.

Bet You Don’t Know These 17 Rapper’s Real Names

Rappers are some of the coolest cats in the music industry. So cool, in fact, that they not only wear bling and more bling, they also create monikers that make them sound like some of the toughest, most badass characters around. I mean, would you take a guy with the name Algernod seriously as he strutted around stage spilling ill verses? We thought not. And yes, there is a famous rapper whose real name is Algernod, and you’ll find out who that is in a second.
Here are 17 of the most famous rappers you thought you knew and the names they were actually born with.

ASAP Rocky

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Asap Rocky is one of the hottest rappers on the scene right now, but did you know his real name is actually Rakim Mayers? Born in Harlem, Rakim released his debut mixedtape “Live. Love. ASAP” back in 2011 and it instantly gained critical acclaim. This success led to him signing with Polo Grounds Music, RCA Records, and Sony Music Entertainment. Oddly enough his parents were huge rap fans and named him after one of their favorite rappers, Rakim. But, after joining the hip hop collective ASAP Mob, Rakim stole the Asap and shortened Rakim to Rocky.

Plies

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Sure you know him as Plies (and we’ll get to the rather odd reason for that name in a second) but this rapper’s real name is actually Algernod Lanier Washington. Say what? Born and raised in Florida, Algernod, uh, we mean, Plies, was a solid football player but realized his dream was to become a rapper. After founding Big Gates Records, Plies made a big splash into the music industry. When asked why he chose the name Plies, he apparently claimed because that’s a tool that puts squeezes on things. Um, did he mean pliers?

French Montana

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What do you get when you take the French influence of Morocco (where French Montana was born) and mix it with his fascination with Tony Montana? Why you get French Montana, of course. The hip hop artist’s real name is Karim Kharbouch, but that just doesn’t have the same ring.

Gucci Mane

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Although Gucci is notorious for wearing entire Gucci ensembles, it’s not his love of the designer apparel that gave him his name, it was actually his grandmother who nicknamed his father Gucci. “She didn’t know nothing about them clothes,” Gucci once said in an interview. I guess we’ll never know, then, how his grandma came to that name, but who cares, it sounds great. And Gucci’s real name you ask, Radric Davis, guess his Mom found it more suitable.

Future

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Future’s future didn’t look so bright at one point in his career. Between 2010 and 2011 he released a series of mixedtapes that were met with lukewarm reception. But the rapper, whose real name is Nayvadius Demun Wilburn (say that ten times fast), stuck it out, eventually signed a major deal with Epic Records, and released his hit album Pluto in 2012.

Waka Flocka Flame

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If you ask us, this rap name sounds like a mixed drink you’d likely get on a cruise ship or in one of those “for couples only” island getaway resorts. “Waka,” born as Juaquin Malphurs, chose his stage name because he has a great love of Fozzie Bear from the Muppets (aw, a rapper with a soft, chewy center). The “Flocka Flame” part of his name was actually bestowed upon him by Gucci Mane, whom he’s known since he was 19.

Iggy Azalea

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Iggy’s real name is Amethyst Amelia Kelly, which, to us, seems like a pretty decent rapper name. But nope, not good enough for Iggy, and so she decided to name herself after her pet dog Iggy (another rapper with a heart of gold) and Azalea street, which was the street she grew up on in Mullumbimby, New South Wales, Australia.

Lupe Fiasco

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True story: we once knew a bird with the name Fiasco, and he did talk (AKA rap) a lot, so maybe all creatures with the name were born for this kind of creative outlet. Although Lupe Fiasco was actually born with the name… wait for it… Wasalu Muhammed Jaco, Lupe was smart enough to know people would butcher that name once he got famous, so he shortened his first name to “Lu” and added the “pe” for Lupe after a high school friend. Who knew rappers were so sentimental? He chose Fiasco after the song “Firm Fiasco.”

2 Chainz

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Ah, the ol’ “z” instead of an “s” trick. Has someone introduced 2 Chainz to Liza (That’s Liza with a “Z”) Minnelli? The rapper’s real name is Tauheed Epps but, because of his love of jewelry, he chose 2 Chainz as his stage name. It has also been reported that the name has been linked to the fact that he got a second chance at rap and fame. His first chance came under the name Tity Boi.

Kreayshawn

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If you’re not into rap (and if you’re not why on earth would you be reading this list) you may read her name and not see that it is the word CREATION cleverly misspelled. Kreayshawn, whose real name is Natassia Gail Zolot, came up with her stage name as a teenager when she learned very quickly that if she didn’t create every day, she would die. Not literally, but we know what she means and are happy that she is constantly creating mad rhymes these days.

Foxy Brown

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Well even we can tell you that if you are desiring to become a famous rap artist but you have the word ‘Fung’ anywhere in your name, you had better get rid of it pronto (which, if you ask us, is a great rap name as well). Foxy Brown’s real name is Inga DeCarlo Fung Marchland. Inga knew she needed a rap name that popped and remembered all of those old Pam Grier movies her mom played for her growing up, and so Foxy Brown the rap artist was born.

Wale

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Wale, whose parents are from southwestern Nigeria and came to the United States via Austria in 1979,  he grew up in and around Washington, D.C.. The rapper’s real name is Olubowale Victor Aluntimehim, which, is obviously a mouthful. Rumor has it that Wale chose his name because it means “well-liked” in German, and if that’s the case, it’s certainly fitting.

Jay-Z

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Half of one of the world’s biggest power couples (in case you’ve been living under a rock his wife is none other than Beyonce), Jay-Z was born as Shawn Corey Carter. Shawn? And with an ‘aw’ spelling at that. Obviously Shawn was not going to become, quite possibly, the most prolific and influential rapper of our time, with a middle-class-suburban name like that. As a youngster he was known as “Jazzy” and changed that to Jay-Z as a nod to his mentor rapper and producer Jaz-O.

50 Cent

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Born Curtis Jackson III (well, excuse us very much), 50 Cent has made a name for himself not only in the music industry but on the big screen as well. But his life was not always a success story. Back in the day 50 was dealing drugs and getting into trouble. Oh, he was also shot several times. Lucky for us all he survived, decided to turn his life around, and become a rap legend.

Wiz Khalifa’s

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Wiz knew from a very early age that he was destined for great things, specifically to be a successful rapper whose records top the charts. Born Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Wiz was inspired by his uncle’s name, which means “knowledge” in Arabic, and started calling himself Wisdom. His uncle added the Khalifa to the end, Khalifa meaning “successor” in Arabic. At 15, he shortened Wisdom to Wiz, and the rest, they say, is history.

M.I.A

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Born Mathangi “Maya” Arulpragasam, M.I.A’s stage name has a couple of different meanings. It pertains to the traditional abbreviation of Missing In Action, which sadly has to do with the tragic disappearance of her cousin when she was growing up. Action is also the suburb of London where she was living when he disappeared.

Macklemore

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Ben Haggerty, better known as Macklemore, was given a homework assignment in junior high to create and draw a superhero. He came up with a character named Professor Macklemore. Throughout his young life, he would dress up in crazy outfits (think plaid golf pants and crazy furs) he’d put together from the local thrift store, and have a night out on the town as Professor Macklemore. When it came time to choose a stage name, he simply dropped the Professor and Macklemore the rap star was born.

Why I don't have a Facebook or twitter account - Obasanjo says

Former President Olusegun Obasanjo says he does not have a twitter or Facebook account. Obasanjo said this while addressing media reports claiming he used his twitter handle to describe Fani-Kayode as a democracy wrecker.

"Fani-Kayode is a democracy wrecker, who’s very fluent in stupidity. Give him food, and he will sing and do “shoki” dance for you.”. the handle tweeted over the weekend.

Denying he tweeted it, Obasanjo said;

"I don’t know where this comes from. I don’t have any account on either the Facebook or Twitter again. Go and block it. Let me say that, nemesis will catch up with anyone doing this. It is illegal and criminal. If I have to pass any message to the good people of Nigeria, I know how to go about it with no controversy" he said

Nigeria Military Force Captures Boko Haram Insurgents Disguised As Women In Baga.

The Director of Defence Information, Chris Olukolade on Monday revealed that the military had arrested the Boko Haram Insurgents who disguised themselves as women in Baga, Borno State.
Although, Olukolade did not reveal the number of insurgents captured, he stated that there are many other terrorists that are still hiding in the town, but are being arrested too.
Punch reports Olukolade statement:

The cordon and search in Baga has revealed some terrorists disguising as women.
The searches are also yielding more discoveries of arms especially bombs hidden in various locations, especially Baga town.
Apart from those captured in the course of fighting, many terrorists hiding in the town are being arrested and troops are still busy interrogating the suspects.
In furtherance of the mission to clear terrorists from all their enclaves by the military, the Nigerian Air Force has stepped up its air bombardments of identified targets in Gwoza, Bama and Sambisa forest, preparatory to other phases of the mission.
The air strikes have been highly successful as they achieved the aims, hitting vital targets with required precision. Terrorists are now in disarray as they scamper to escape from the impact of air bombardment of their locations in the forest.

Take a look at these additional photos of the military’s searches in Baga:

Nick Gordon says Bobby Brown hardly saw his daughter, now only wants Whitney's money

After Bobby Brown stopped Bobbi Kristina's boyfriend Nick Gordon's from seeing her in hospital, Nick took to Twitter to make a lot of accusations. See more tweets after the cut...