The hand of loneliness holds my soul
I look around there's nowhere to go
my being is bitter, it reeks, it's foul
I question my ways, this much I know
My friends are far, my loved much further
I see in the distance nothing but burden
my soul is aching, my mind a hammer
how shall I heal it? The answer uncertain
My heart is tempered from past events
no tears to shed, unemotional dents
this simple question I ask, I delve
Have I brought this upon myself?
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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