When I was a child not much older than I am now,
I believe in believing.
I hope that hope and faith alone would be enough to change
the unchangeable.
Dreams come and they go and as we grow the dreams change into more than it was before. Hope and faith it seems may not be enough during these times off dark dark despair.
Nair a hopeful light in the distance
Nair an unexpected stranger knocking on the door offering opportunity for transform.
I live in a clearing, on the right my winter on the left my spring, teasing me never becoming full season
A past so dark it cant be true.
A future without a place.
Terrible nightmares my days trace
and into nothingness my sanity a hue.
Forsaken am I.
Forsaken for the ground gave way beneath my feet
though I will not except defeat, I may not prevail.
I may in every endeavor fail,
in life, in love, but never in longing,
for this; the final hurdle is not to know the road to take,
but to know why to take the road.
Forcing the door, is finding yourself. Your expectations may run dry
and you may find that in vain is every tear you ever cried.
Blurred an fogged is the window though which you pear,
never will you get near,
never again will you find,
the things you have chosen to leave behind.
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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