I walk into a quiet house after spending the last 1.5h driving in stopstart conditions with aching shin and foot, being thankful that my car wont overheat like an older vehicle, wishing for people to not be so aggro.... humming to my only cheerful companion, good ol' Kfm. Expecting to find occupants of the house cheerful and pleased that I’m home, when all I get is the wag and excitement of my dogs...
I gather myself. I'm not tired. I can do this. My leg will restore its own blood circulation. The responsibility is with me to be pleasant. No one here felt the time pass as I did while my leg started aching and my body wanted to rather be stretched out in lumbar. They followed a story or played a game that made time stop or fleet, whichever way you look at it. So, to them it seems like a few minutes since I walked out.
I gather myself. Onwards. Upwards. I can do this. And meet them. I'm glad to be home and I'm glad they are so comfortable. Almost oblivious to my predicament. And it's cool. It's the way it should be.
My son jumps up and says that "no-one wants to play a boardgame" and at first I want to scream. But I remember. I remember that fat woman who cursed at the sight of us when she finally arrived home with her packets. The one I vowed never to become. The one that I sometimes now understand better than I would give in to. I do...
I promise a quick game after wash-ups etc. And then I find myself startled by a thought... A thought that is not unknown. But this time I will act on it.
I would like to say thank you for all the times you spent hours in the car, battling traffic and tension...tension about everything, anything and all... driving home. All the times you arrived and still had to battle before you could even negotiate a truce of serenity. All the agonising moments that made you just wanting to run away to a peaceful place and hide. For all the times you did come home, ... and met with life ... yet again..... and did not curse and scream... and somehow made your way to the next day...and again... and again.....
I thank you, because today, when I experienced it again.... I thought of you ........ just thought of you and wanted to say thank you...for all the times I might not have...
and for the little girl in me that wanted to scream when she came home...
In South Africa today security plays a vital part in any business or private home. This book and the volumes to follow, will guide you step by step through the essential precautionary measures to be taken in protecting your family and valuables. From employing security guards, evacuation of your site and security measures to burglar bars and alarms in your private home.
a Book compiled by me from experience gained after 10 years in the security industry as Industrial relations officer with Nosa qualifications, 1st Aid, fire protection and also S.O.B. grade A.
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