WORDS….
They are like the wind
playing
touching
they tear at my skin and
penetrate through
my layers
of thought, of being
they hold me captive for
a while….
only to set me free in a
whirlwind of leaves
falling
falling
WORDS….
sometimes they fail me
their fickleness
scratching
at my conscience
toying with my soul…
and not the wind
or any of the elements
can compare
or rise in retribution
as I’m reaching
for words
falling
falling
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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