MY MOTHER

May 10, 2020

The first love,the first molder The first teacher,the first preacher The first singer the first pastor Tis my mother,the lover of my soul. Who feeds,who gives watchcare Who instructs, who punishes Who provokes, who motivates Tis my mother,the lover of my soul. Who struggles,who takes time for me Who suffers,who goes without a meal for me Who is restless,who sleeps less for me Tis my mother,the lover of my soul. Who is the woman behind me Who is this woman loving me Who is this woman inseparable from me Tis my mother the lover of my soul.

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JOSEPH OBIERO

Former student of Maasia Mara university where I pursued Bsc. Financial Economics, a certified public accountant (CPA), and trained as Disater Risk Reduction ambassadar at International College of Peace Studies, Nairobi. Ama holder of an Executive Diploma In Supply Chain Management from Open University of Kenya. Current student pursuing Certified Procurement and Supply Professionals of Kenya and Diploma in Business Management at Kenia College. Am currently working with Kenia College as trainer of Accounting and finance and current Head Of Department of Bussiness and Finance. CONTACT:0745023756

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