I now am looking for my voice
that left me long ago
in the timbre of the gray marble
on my forefather’s graves
in the clump of trees
on the lonely hilltop of my childhood
in the squawk of the crow
pecking at my carrion
and in the whistle of the wind
around the house of my memories
With fond sadness
I ache to hear
my mother’s cackle
and nonsense babbling
while sowing or cooking or caring
I want it in my voice
With deep regret
I burn to feel
the scorn of my lost loves
the petty picking
while nagging and caring
I want it in my voice
With such loss
I miss the advice
of a self-centered father
the drone of his warnings
his sad paranoia
I want it in my voice
With the joy of now
I hear the positive
from chosen friends
in love with life
while allowing me
the sound of my own voice
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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