Rubison is supposed to know shida hua haziishi, ndio hua zinafanya tukutane hii town. Sadly you steal a very small amount of money that cannot change your life, within 1 year believe me utakua back in the trenches, you cannot win against nature uliza Okoth Obado.
He is Ahmad Yahya Ibrahim Batsh, Hamas Nukhba Force commander & intel officer
He lead a group of Hamas terrorists who killed 16 Israelis from point blank range, in video
He changed his identity & become shopkeeper. Mossad was searching for him. He has now been deleted by IDF
We would rather deal with bandits than such natural calamities. Some countries really battle it hard. I wonder what would happen if we were battling such extreme natural calamities if we are looting the little emergency response funds to control floods!
Mungai Eve thought she was the cream de la crème of YouTube. Brands wanted her from all corners, and men in her DMs were flocking with poems. Immediately after they parted ways with Trevor, her boyfriend and the mastermind, things went south. From Vankuva to selling phones.
Taiwan solved tax evasion in 1951 with a trick so cheap it should embarrass every tax authority on the planet.
The problem was an all-cash economy full of small shops. A merchant pockets the cash, skips the receipt, and the sale never existed. Auditors can't catch what was never recorded, and hiring enough of them to watch every noodle stand costs more than the missing tax.
So finance chief Ren Xianqun flipped the incentive. Print a lottery number on every receipt. Draw winners every two months on live TV. Top prize today: NT$10 million, about $310K.
Suddenly the customer and the shopkeeper want opposite things. The merchant wants the sale off the books. The customer wants the ticket. And there are millions more customers than merchants. Every transaction now carries a built-in witness demanding the paper trail.
Year one, reported tax revenue jumped 75%, from NT$29 million to NT$51 million. Seventy-five years later, roughly 70% of Taiwanese still play. Convenience stores redeem the smallest NT$200 prizes at the register, so even a coffee receipt feels like a scratch card.
The elegant part is what the audit force costs. The prize pool runs about NT$7 billion a year, roughly $20 million. In exchange, the government gets 23 million unpaid auditors working every checkout line in the country, forever. No inspector general on earth delivers that coverage at that price.
Greece, Italy, Portugal, and Slovakia all copied it. The most effective compliance tool ever built looks like a game, and that's exactly why it works.
Ukifika 30 years piga exercise. It can be running, walking, gym, swimming, boxing etc. And just bask in the sun.
This is a life saving hack. Kwanza saizi vile unaona watu wanafaint Na kudedi juu ya heart attack.
Bilhah Njoki Mwangi was a co director in a thriving electronics business on Luthuli Avenue. She ran it together with her husband, Joseph Muraya Mwangi. Joseph worked as a ground traffic controller at KAA, Jomo Kenyatta International Airport. Between his airport salary and their retail empire, the man had built serious wealth.
They lived comfortably in Buruburu Phase 5, one of Nairobi's most prestigious Eastlands estates. Bilhah drove a black Toyota Harrier. The kind of car that screamed corporate elite.On the outside, this was a power couple. A good home, a profitable business, two young children.
But behind closed doors, things were falling apart. Nine years of marriage had turned into mistrust, money fights, and accusations of infidelity. In March 2016, Bilhah walked out. She left her two young children, ages five and eight, in Joseph's care. She moved to Umoja, straight into the arms of her lover, Jimmy Ndung'u Waititu.
But leaving wasn't enough. She wanted everything: the house, the shop, the benefits. And divorce would give her none of that. So she made a decision that would change everything. Joseph had to die. Bilhah roped in her lover Jimmy. Then her own siblings, Lucy Waitherero and Peter Mwangi Gakungi, joined the plan.
A family turned into a hit squad. They put a KSh 500,000 bounty on Joseph's head. A KSh 100,000 deposit, with the balance of 400,000 to be paid once there was proof the job was done. They tracked his routine, his car, his route to work. Everything.
But somebody talked. An informant tipped off Buruburu DCI boss Jeremiah Ikiao about the plot. Instead of arresting Bilhah on the spot, the DCI played it smart. Weak conspiracy charges wouldn't stick in court. They needed her caught red handed.
So detectives found Joseph at work and told him the truth. His wife wanted him dead. Joseph didn't run. He agreed to become bait. He handed over his car, his schedule, his phone. Complete cooperation. The hit was planned for June 22, 2016, along his usual commute.
But DCI struck a day early, June 21, and grabbed the hired killers before they even moved. Then came the genius part. Detectives kept the killers' phones active and texted Bilhah. Job done, body dumped in Dandora, come with the balance. They staged a fake crime scene. A dummy dressed in Joseph's own clothes, lying face down in the dirt in Dandora.
Photos of the "body" were sent directly to Bilhah's phone. She believed it. Completely. No grief, no shock. Just celebration. She packed a bottle of wine in her Harrier, withdrew the KSh 400,000, and headed to Umoja to pay the "hitmen." Her sister Lucy rode with her.
Near Mama Lucy Hospital, DCI officers were already waiting, guns ready, exits blocked. The moment her car stopped, they swarmed it. Bilhah was found sitting there, cash on her lap, wine in the back seat. Caught red handed.
Within a day, the rest of the syndicate, her lover Jimmy and her brother Peter, were also in custody. All four were arraigned at Makadara Law Courts on June 29, 2016. Joseph testified his life was in "mortal danger." Courts still granted bail.
Big mistake. While out on bond, Bilhah broke into Joseph's house to steal marital property. She was arrested again on July 13, 2016. Prosecutors moved fast. They petitioned the High Court to cancel her bail entirely.
Today, Bilhah Njoki Mwangi remains a free woman. The case against her is still active in court, moving slowly, years after the plot to kill her own husband unraveled. A woman who plotted to kill her husband for his money, betrayed by her own greed twice over, and still waiting for justice to catch up with her.
Money can give you options, but character determines what you do with them. Keep building your finances, but never stop investing in the person you’re becoming.
I hear there’s a very potent strain of Chlamydia going around a popular running group in that wretched city that used to be green in the sun. 🌝
How do I know? Because I’m in diagnostics. 🫣🌚
On my way to church, I have remembered a beautiful lady that had captured my heart many years ago. Most of you were not yet born, maybe my fellow elder Bookten.
Anyway, this girl was fine, fine. The only problem is she was born again and a member of the KAG church. I knew I had zero chance. My C.V. in the neighborhood was not that good. I had let our sheep wander into their pastor's shamba and destroy a good size of his sweet potatoes. When my father came, he just said, "Si nyinyi naskia mkisema mnatafuta kondoo. Sasa kondoo zikikuja mnaleta shida tena?"
The following Sunday, that pastor had preached how the son of a snake is a snake. Being the hopeless romantic I was, I joined that church one fine, glory-filled Sunday. I confessed my evil ways, knelt down, and the whole church put their hands on my head, including my Wairimu's soft hands. Aaaah, it was giving the famous Uhuru-Ruto scene. "Shikarobobobo rikanta" x12. I was born again.
From then on, I could visit her home with my mother's Bible. I am not the most patient man. After 1 Sunday I made my move, and all I heard was, "Stay away from me, Satan. You shall not test my faith" 😭😭😭.
My fate was sealed, my heart broken, my hopes shattered, my chances in heaven deemed. Lucky for me, there was no social media. It did not help that my father called me Cardinal Pope for about a year from then. That is where our rivalry started. I don't know what happened to Wairimu, but I pray the spirit of Jonasi ,mkenya daima and bro from Siaya locate her husband.
Ndio nimetoka church, roho iko kwa nyama. Mfuko inasema home direct. Ama mtu aguzwe na roho aweke kitu. Huyo ndiye atakua amesimama na Mimi wakati sikua na kitu. Mwenya Hana aguze @PhoneExpressKe pia huyu abarikiwe . Aki wairimu 😭😭😭😭 why?
Caller: I’m getting married. She has $3 million. I have $45 million. Should we get a prenup?
Dave Ramsey: Yes.
Caller: She wants us to build wealth together. She suggested moving 5% of my assets into joint ownership every year.
Dave Ramsey: There’s no reason to do that.
Caller: Then what’s fair?
Dave Ramsey: You both leave with what you brought into the marriage. Then agree on how future growth gets shared.
Caller: So we build together without giving away the original assets?
Dave Ramsey: Exactly. A prenup should protect both of you, not turn your marriage into a roommate agreement
Remember the Crown Paints ad? This is what we gave up for soulless AI generated garbage. But then again it takes actual talent to make such an ad. This is the best Kenyan advertisement ever made, bar none
Kairo CANNOT take any job, even commission based gigs. His lenders and creditors will get court orders to garnish two thirds of his salary. A 900k salary is 600k after taxes. Lenders will take 400k abaki na 200k. He can make more than 200k selling cars chini ya maji.