The smell of freedom
Like the sight of nature
Flowers in full bloom
On a near desert plain
It’s the Namaqua spring
The landscape is painted
By the love of God’s hand
Painting live flowers in the sand
It’s here that I stand
So close to God’s hand
This is no strange land
Here are my heart’s roots
The origin of my mother
The start of my cycle
Here she borrowed me from God
Years before I was born
This is the haven of her spirit
Here the air smells of freedom
It smells of care ...
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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