My mom always told me life is a bitch and then you die.
She lived her dream forcing me to do as she pleased.
I remember her saying that I will grow and show the world
that she was right.
My mom learned me all I knew
but she never knew me.
My mom taught me the wrong and right in her eyes
and it brought nothing but pain upon me.
My mom was wonderful when she was my idol
Now she's just another singel mom with no life at all.
Going to work to earn her money
coming home to eat and sleep.
Please, if there is a God
Don't let me be like her.
Don't let me have that same life.
And tell her she showed me
how not to be.
Also tell her that I loved her once when she had the control
to tell me what to do.
But she lost me and made me lose my self.
Tell her I'm sorry if being murdered is painful.
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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