I am caught between
colours not quite seen
and sounds outside the range
of my normal every day life.
I am a migrant left behind
on the wrong side of the globe.
My hide not quite thick enough
to cope with this foreign cold.
I am a man who has lost his fatherland,
whose mother tongue has fallen through the crack
that with every passing day
grows ridiculously wider,
splitting me apart.
I’m forever on the inside looking out
at the level playground’s merry go-round.
I am a phallus with foreskin but without a sacral sac,
a foetus grown old.
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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