tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58138332172162548912012-02-16T19:54:54.870-08:00korse jarsohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13924003354791603078noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5813833217216254891.post-79247152359005823862008-01-24T13:10:00.000-08:002008-01-24T14:27:40.335-08:00When I came to Nairobi, I don't know anything about Nairobi. One day I went outside for shopping with my sister,the police saw us, caught me and they ask me ID. I didn't have anyone. The take me jail. Without any reason. That day I was standing on the floor all night. I didn't slept all night. So my sister told to our family. Then my family called America to my brother. Then my brother sent money. After the get money the release me from jail. When I remember Nairobi stile I am not feeling good. The one thing I hate from Nairobi is police. Kenya the weather is real nice. Starting from that day I was scare <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Nairobi's</span> police.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5813833217216254891-7924715235900582386?l=korsewriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>korse jarsohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13924003354791603078noreply@blogger.com0