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Talha2 Posted 15 years ago
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When I was seven years old, my family moved from Somalia to Kenya. The two cultures are very similar, I assimilated very fast into Kenya’s culture. By the time I was twelve years old, I was proficient in speaking Swahili, the language of Kenya. I had many friends from my neighborhood, we would play soccer, walk to parks and pick mangos from trees. I have so many great memories growing up in Kenya, but one experience that is still shocking to me, is what I witnessed at age of twelve.
In Kenya, the worst thing someone can do is steal. As a child, I heard so many sad stories about things that Kenyan people do to thieves, but I did not heed the warnings seriously, untill the day that I witnessed it with my eyes, right in front of me. It was around noon time. I was at the market place and it was loud. Shoppers were bragging about prices, people were shopping, and walking around. It’s like an outdoor swap meet. Then I saw a lot of people chasing a guy who was running. They were yelling" Theft!, Theft!, Theft!," everyone was chasing him. I picked up a rock and ran after them.
By the time I caught up to them, there were a lot of people around the thief. I pushed through the crowd and I saw the thief lying there with blood all over his face. He was bleeding and breathing really hard from the running. I felt really bad for the thief. He was probably a poor person who wanted to eat. I slowly dropped the rock I was carrying to hit the thief with and tears started to fall from my eyes.
I felt the thief’s pain. I was standing there crying, after seeing all this, and someone from the crowd was yelling ”Get back, Get back” pushing people away from the thief. A guy from among the crowd took a tire, and put it on the thief’s head. I knew they were going to burn him next, because it is Kenya’s tradition to burn thieves in tires. This was a horrible thing to watch and a horrific thing to do. I couldn’t take it. I walked away before seeing them burning another human being for only stealing. I’m still hurt to this day from what I saw on that day.
In Kenya, the worst thing someone can do is steal. As a child, I heard so many sad stories about things that Kenyan people do to thieves, but I did not heed the warnings seriously, untill the day that I witnessed it with my eyes, right in front of me. It was around noon time. I was at the market place and it was loud. Shoppers were bragging about prices, people were shopping, and walking around. It’s like an outdoor swap meet. Then I saw a lot of people chasing a guy who was running. They were yelling" Theft!, Theft!, Theft!," everyone was chasing him. I picked up a rock and ran after them.
By the time I caught up to them, there were a lot of people around the thief. I pushed through the crowd and I saw the thief lying there with blood all over his face. He was bleeding and breathing really hard from the running. I felt really bad for the thief. He was probably a poor person who wanted to eat. I slowly dropped the rock I was carrying to hit the thief with and tears started to fall from my eyes.
I felt the thief’s pain. I was standing there crying, after seeing all this, and someone from the crowd was yelling ”Get back, Get back” pushing people away from the thief. A guy from among the crowd took a tire, and put it on the thief’s head. I knew they were going to burn him next, because it is Kenya’s tradition to burn thieves in tires. This was a horrible thing to watch and a horrific thing to do. I couldn’t take it. I walked away before seeing them burning another human being for only stealing. I’m still hurt to this day from what I saw on that day.
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When I was seven years old, my family moved from Somalia to Kenya. The two cultures are very similar, I assimilated very fast into Kenya’s culture. By the time I was twelve years old, I was proficient in speaking Swahili, the language of Kenya.
- When I was seven years old, my family moved from Somalia to Kenya.
- The two cultures are very similar, I assimilated very fast into Kenya’s culture.
- By the time I was twelve years old, I was proficient in speaking Swahili, the language of Kenya.
- I had many friends from my neighborhood ; we would play soccer and walk to parks and pick mangos from trees.
- I have quite a number of great memories growing up in Kenya, but the one experience that is still remains shocking to me is what I witnessed at the age of twelve.
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When I was seven years old, my family moved from Somalia to Kenya. The two cultures are very similar, I assimilated very fast into Kenya’s culture. By the time I was twelve years old, I was proficient in speaking Swahili, the language of Kenya. I had many friends from my neighborhood; we would play soccer and walk to parks and pick mangos from trees. I have quite a number of great
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