In this day and age there should be no excuse for poverty. One half of humanity preserve life on this planet while the other half vacuum the life out of it.We all get dealt our cards from the get go, and everyone's life journey is unique. this short story is like a mini biography growing up in South Africa. I've also tried to be motivating, but rather have opted to share in a solution to rid this world of poverty forever. I have also taken the liberty of translating this story into Afrikaans.My brother and I used to fight like savages and to the death always as little boys, he would just strangle me until I lost consciousness, poke the eye, kick the 'balls' or punch the throat to put me down. This had a negative impact on all men trying to date our mother at the time, but Uncle Willie was different. He commended my brother and complimented him on his sudden impact to the death like moves and then showed him some skills of his own, this is where I paid close attention from a tender age; Willy taught me duck bob block weave kick upper cut, few hours training every day changes the game. Many years later I grew some nuts and removed my brothers MMA championship belt away from him when I was 13.
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