Mr Gorbin fell to the ground after a bullet pierced his skull. Sheila then dropped the gun, and when she noticed that she had lost the remaining drives, she started looking around for them. Mr Gorbin refused to die and crawled behind her. He gained a firm grip of the gun and pointed it behind her head. He then took the shot, and when Sheila fell to the ground, Mr Gorbin gave in his soul.

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Thobela Newspaper Report:

“The police, military, and protesters came together to take down the inhumane Gorbin Industries’ Law Enforcement Officers. It was a battle that took several hours to end. It was very inspiring to see South Africans come together to maintain peace in our country during such a controversial scenario. It was an example of an event which deservers a place in our country’s history.

In other NEWS, a shocking series of evidence surfaced pointing out to two of South Africa’s well-known industry giants in health and security, Mkhize and Gorbin Industries. The evidence shows the two company’s evil plans to create human weapons with the aim of toppling the state and taking rule. An unidentified employee at Mkhize Industries is the one who brought the evidence forward. These weapons include the so-called Gorbin Industries Law Enforcement Officers.

The government and police put out a statement saying that they would conduct an investigation, and meanwhile, they will shut down the two companies. But, what is the future for our country’s healthcare and safety?”

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Musa and his mother went to Cherlot Hospital for the mentally unstable in order to see Sizwe. He had recovered, so they placed him in the hospital with the rest of his colleagues. They treated them all year long and brought them back to being at least half mentally stable adults again.

“How is your recovery, brother?” Musa asked him.

Sizwe had not completely healed mentally, so he kept looking around as if he was hearing voices. “I am … I am talk,” he said.

“Yes, my son,” Mama Khumalo said, crying.

“Who … Where is daddy Mama?” Sizwe asked.

Mama Khumalo fell into tears. “It is okay, my son,” she said.

“I am going back to school, Sizwe,” Musa said. “I am attending a night school. I left politics to have a career in law for you.”

“Do not give up,” Sizwe responded.

“I will not, not for you,” Musa said, crying.

Indeed, Musa finished school and got his matric. He then applied for a law leadership and they accepted him for the following year. A new promising South Africa was being born through the experience of misery and war. Soon, it would be a better, Democratic country for all.

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