Guns in wrong hands SA Mass Killings

 When people talk about “guns in the wrong hands,” they usually mean the risks that come up when firearms are accessed or used by people who are likely to cause harm—intentionally or accidentally. Here’s a clear, high-level way to look at it: Why it’s a problem Increased violence: Guns make conflicts far more deadly when used in crimes or impulsive situations. Accidents: Unsecured firearms can lead to accidental injuries, especially involving kids or teens. Suicide risk: Easy access to guns raises the danger during moments of crisis. Theft and trafficking: Poor storage can allow guns to be stolen and end up in criminal circulation. Common ways guns end up in the “wrong hands” Unsafe storage (unlocked, loaded, or accessible at home) Illegal sales or straw purchasing (someone buying a gun for another person) Theft from homes or cars Lack of training or oversight What helps reduce the risk Safe storage: Locked, unloaded, with ammunition stored separately. Education: Teaching ...

AT LONG LAST

I love you with all my heart
Wishes are crippling my mind
My soul wants the best for you
For you bring light into my life
You bring happiness
Your presents always give me comfort
During tough times and times of joy.
I have adopted myself to you
And God has always filled my cup with water.
Enhancing a flourishing way of life
Whose graph is always at the pinnacle?
The top most, we cherished.
Time and time has passed,
The dry North Westerly winds has blown through
With its inland temperatures, dry without moisture.
Engulfing the whole surrounding
Leaving my cup dry, I felt like am in a desert.
Totally dry with nowhere to seek refuge.
The wind has gone with all l had
Leaving me in the darkness, no love, no happiness
Nor the comfort I use to enjoy.
Deep inside my heart l am burning, l pray to God
For they say his will shall prevail and in him my cup will be filled again.
Hello my love, hello my darling hello hello hello………………..
I wish if the wind could  blow and have not blown with you.
For its destiny we don’t know.


Far beyond my reach, the trumpets may be blown
Drums beaten and may not reach your ears.
Day and night l pray oh Lord may you fill my cup, my cup, my cup……………
I believe one day the south easterly winds will blow
Filled with moist oceanic currencies. Filling my cup?
Bringing back my love, my happiness and everything in it.
The light from the darkness
That glows and shine like the sun
Sunshine?
In God l trust.


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