It turns and toils
It burns and boils
Crawling underneath your skin
Making you want to flinch,
scratch till it bleeds
It festers and it fervours
It wails and it whines
It seeps into your veins
and caresses at the emptiness
IT has no name,
IT is the something that creeps up on the lonely
It feeds off your pain and
It will claim a piece of your essence
This IT happens when a vibrant strong willed heart is broken
And when this broken heart finally heals
When this heart grows back,
This heart grows back crooked
IT has finally won
IT can not be expelled
IT will always linger deep down in the core
of your weakened soul
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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