This weekend we were taken on a township tour, which was a great experience for someone like me. To be amongst great people and their place in which they live in. The centre in which the children come there after school for a descant meal and for someone to come and help them with their homework. Someone that loves you like his or her own child. The centre is a family, that was first run by a lady that those days. Today it’s run by the daughter and some of her grin-children. One of the children was ones a police women by was not happy with her work, things happen by nothing would change the feels. The other lady also ones worked so a social worker, helping homeless people and people that have problems with child, but she did not love her job. It felt like it was a culling. It was no long what she always what she wanted to do. She used to volunteer on weekends. The we went were the children did their cultural dance they did so beautifully, I have never seen such things in my live just in the old place were my mother used to live when she was my age. Things of culture are now gone, so t see that was an unforgettable moment. Something to always be triggered in a person’s life. The first houses that were first build and the first street to just say. WHAT A TIME IT WAS JUST TO BE AT SUCH A PLACE, WERE EVERYONE KNOWNS EACH OTHER
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