Stick and stones may break my bones
But your words take long to heal
I never thought you’d throw stones
You hurt me – you don’t know how I feel.
You broke my heart
I can feel us drifting apart
I never expected you to call me names, to lie
I respected you, thought you were fly.
I guess I was the fool
While you sat back and played it cool
I’ll never trust anyone again
I guess you’ve got what you wanted then.
I hate criticism and lies
They cut me down
Cut me down to size
..they make me drown…
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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