First Rest

My hometown gained it's name after the gold rush and translates to ' First rest', as it was the places pilgrimmers rested after the gold rush. In apartheid this was where my kind was dumped after they had been evicted from their their home.

Today, this community is decorated by old houses and new, some carying history and other the new regime ordered by Nelson Mandela.

It is decorated with olive skins, ranging from lite to dark but not limited too. It is a place of culture and freedom where one can express one freely. Smile and laughter echo through the full streets as kids chase around balls and play hopschotch while inventing new games to be passed on to the new generation. The youth takes part in car shows, known as 'stance' where they shpwcase their cars interior, exterior, speed and compete on how loud their sound is. It's a place where people come together; old, young, poor and rich and lend a helping hand where needed. A place that creates great memories, yet motivates you to get out of it.

My hometwon is what makes me who I am...