Rain came and ride
on a white horse far
in the forest with hanging trees.
The clouds were dark
and the trees block the sight,
to the passage where there is light.
Her cloak were hanging over her shoulders
like an old woman whose time is to the end.
A man watching her with cold blooded eyes.
She ask the way,with no-one in sight,
Turn back he replied.
She screamed out a name,
ask? What about the soul?
the wind whisper a name over and over again.
through the breeze of her heart,
drizzle through her veins,
and felt the cold.
Go home he replied,back to your old ranch.
Never she replied.
I have already die.
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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