In just 10 short months, since its video premiered on YouTube, the song has garnered over 177 million views and shows no signs of flattening its popularity curve anytime soon. Not even the Covid-19 pandemic can stop it. Some of the places where the song is ruling the airwaves, as people happily perform the #JerusalemaDanceChallenge, are in the most hallowed settings such as seminaries, monasteries, churches, schools, army barracks, parliaments, and hospitals!
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.