THE MAURICE KIRYA EXPERIENCE..

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CLUB ROUGE

28th OCTOBER 2008

be there!

8:00 p.m

(check out poster)

Comments

Anonymous said…
I love Maurice. I wish I was in Africa for this.
October 24, 2008 at 7:42 AM
Ken Gitau. said…
Hey Neema,dont you worry a thing about it..I'll represent y'all Maurice fans,then I'll tell you all about here.

Thanx for the love.
October 24, 2008 at 7:48 AM
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