By August 27th, it had 102.4 million views on YouTube. By August 28th evening, the views stood just over 103.5 million, by August 30th morning the views were 106.4 million and still counting. That is a whopping four million plus views in three days! This just goes on to give you a glimpse of the phenomenal rate at which the song has been growing. Calling it growing in leaps and bounds could be an understatement.
For about two minutes, shake the hand of your victim, the way strong winds shake a hapless leaf on a windy day; of course, while smiling and uttering a few niceties in an intimidating voice: "Sema ndugu yangu."..."How are you my brother?" ..."You good?" Go on until they unknowingly offer some apologies for their past mistakes.
How he managed to put together an intricate cybercrime network, spanning two continents, which stole a cool $41 million (Ksh. 4.1 billion) is stuff for legend. The amounts of money he is accused of stealing, from the comfort of his lavish home, can make any major bank heist look like child’s play.
Perhaps the mother of all his alleged online scams, which undeniably confirms that Ray played in the big league of online scamming, is the one in which he is accused of conspiring to steal $124 million (Ksh.12.4 billion) from an unnamed English premier League soccer club. It is yet to be confirmed whether the scam was successful or not.
Listen guys, the law is totally blind to physical attributes of any culprit and too much sentimentalism. Whether ugly or angelically beautiful, they all get treated equally before the law. The courts will only analyze facts surrounding the crime in question, in order to establish the motive of the suspect beyond reasonable doubt.
Stabbing a person once might be an accident but 25 times, NO! That's premeditated murder. Kitchen knives are not kept in the bedroom. She knew exactly what she wanted to do when she went for that knife.
I rushed back to the hospital and sat by her bedside. As I nervously held the feeble poor little thing in my hands, too many thoughts raced through my mind.
Tears stung my eyes, but I fought them back. Where I come from, men don't cry in public since It's considered a sign of weakness - a taboo. At least, that's what we grew up knowing.