"It is necessary for me to share a personal truth and publicly dissociate myself from someone I can no longer trust," writes Lupita Nyong’o.
At the turn of the new year, the surfing world was treated to news that beloved broadcaster Selema Masekela, the Los Angeles-born occasional surf commentator, had hitched his considerable caboose (protein bars!) to the film star Lupita Nyong’o.
Selema, who is fifty-two, is the sort of person who would put anyone under his spell. As I may’ve mentioned a couple months back, I met the extreme sports identity at Kelly Slater’s Surf Ranch in 2017.
Occupying one of the bench seats in the Surf Ranch’s heated jacuzzi aprés our allotted waves was Sal, he was Sal back then, and just as I was about to enter the swirling maelstrom, heated to a pleasing one hundred degrees and offering needed respite from the winter cold and a possible cure for a dreadful hangover, his telephone rang.
Sal asked me to rummage through his colourful outfit which was bundled on a barrel, enough clothes to suggest, or was I hoping, he was nude in the tank, and to pick it up.
It was Kelly Slater.
“Answer it,” he commanded, which I did.
Kelly Slater remained silent when he heard my voice, an early portent of the blood feud that would simmer for the following six years.
After a howl of laughter and some chortling Sal hung up. Despite an expanded adiposity, he gobbled protein bar after protein bar, informing me of the health-giving properties of the foil-wrapped chocolate chip treats.
Stories flowed like a river of honey and I left, like everyone who spun in his orbit that day, a fan for life.
I didn’t heard from Sal again and only knew in passing that he’d transitioned to Selema.
In January this year, Chas wrote that Selema and Lupita Nyong’o had not only made public their declaration of love but had spent four million dollars on a a sprawling $4 million Los Angeles home together.
Nine months later, the relationship is in ruins, with Lupita Nyong’o publishing an unflattering picture of their affair on Instagram.
“At this moment, it is necessary for me to share a personal truth and publicly dissociate myself from someone I can no longer trust,” writes Lupita Nyong’o, who won an Oscar for her performance in 12 Years a Slave. “I find myself in a season of heartbreak because of a love suddenly and devastatingly extinguished by deception… I am reminded that the magnitude of the pain I am feeling is equal to the measure of my capacity for love. And so, I am choosing to face the pain, cultivating the courage to meet my life exactly as it is, and trusting that this too shall pass.”
The actual act of catastrophic deception is left for the reader to decode but is it possible Selema may’ve forgot to mention he is estranged from BeachGrit’s own Chas Smith, often described as the “voice of surfing”, or was it his savaging by Black Girls Surf’s Rhonda Harper whose online tirade included the unkind epithet “Uncle Tom.”
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Exactlt!
Maybe Sal should text Jonah Hill’s ex for some guidance on this one
capt courage of capt crunch?
on my Amazon top ten book list too. reboot fast before the AI algorthyms really kick in.
I believe the modern terminology is “say less”… seriously… preferably nothing at all.
BONFIRE OF THE VANITIES spotlight addiction of the one percenters. sometimes, really not funny. certainly not anti-depressive! those chocolate bars don’t discriminate…and don’t sell themselves out.
Probably got sick of her identifying herself as Oscar winner Lupita when meeting someone new.
Rushing right into buying a 4million dollar home was not wise. Have they not dated before? Young love I guess…..
I think this may have been the beginning of the end… a goofy footer! https://uploads.disquscdn.c…
sooooo. another gal lost to the surf instructor?
Arghhhh the *disclaimer:much more important things are going on right now* somehow, makes it even worse.
Yeah, you either advocate for world peace, or you dish out your dirty laundry in public. Can’t do both.
Fuck why am i even bothering.
the red light is flashing…LIKE.
I may be in the minority here but I really enjoy Sal’s commentary. However the BBC have thrown Sal under the bus:
Lupita Nyong’o’s fans rally behind her after break-up from Selema Masekela https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/…
Maybe Sal’s BBC is/was the source of said deception…
NY Post, Washington Times, CNN, FOX, TMZ, National Enquirer, Hollywood Reporter…all use loose lips to sink ships and promote dissention…bomb-throwers, all-of-em…
cc: BeachGrit
sin Sal por favor
From what I can gather, Selema’s deception likely involves lying to her about the heavy calorie count of the protein bars he plied her with, probably in an attempt to make her more homely and earthbound.
He has the delusional confidence only the absolutely piped donkey dick lords have.
Xox
I feel it is time to share a person truth with everyone… I am having nachos for dinner.
Fuck, this ‘personal truth’ shit is so fucked. Wish I could articulate it more succinctly, but I can’t. So fucked.
Real talk!
I think you articulated it perfectly Gil. My mouth is watering.
Who’d have thought pocs can be deadbeats too?
is blackface OK for halloween costumes this year? or just alternate years?
Watched him do Rampage the other day. I’d say deception is his bread and butter. Every event he hosts and athlete he covers seems to be the Greatest on the Planet. Can’t all be true.
Terminal Turpel syndrome
Go to comment used by every announcer at every sport at every venue… to say otherwise gets ’em banished; i.e. “Yeah he/she’s not the greatest.” or “Yeah Sal, those bars aren’t the greatest!”
He is Black Turpel
That’s what happens when you fuck with the King of the Ranch, at his ranch.
When Selly met Kelly…
One winner. Don’t hang up on Kelly.
“So Longo!” says Nyong’o
I could see Sal surfing lowers with a loud af apple watch playing with it between dodging sets in the frothed out crowd. I could also see asking him for the time and not trusting his answer…
Bravo Derek, you are in a bit of a purple patch at the moment. Are you in love?
Is there stamp duty on real estate in California? Ouch.
Selema, who is fifty-two, is the sort of person who makes you feel like punching someone in the face. There, fixed it for you Dezz.