Tolwe, my hearts resting place.

Recently my family and I have found a new nesting ground in the beautiful place called Tolwe, Where and what is Tolwe you may ask (these were the questions that I asked when my parents sprang the news of the move on me). Well after consulting Google maps numerous times I can ,with confidence, inform you that it is a minute town located 80 kilometres from the Groblers Bridge border post between South Africa and Botswana on the South African side.

Tolwe consists of a police station, a NTK corporation and a liquor store that goes by the name "Rooi Willie". It is not close (in relative terms) to anything that is worth writing home about (except my heart) and it is safe to say that Tolwe is remote.

So why am I spending my time and energy writing about Tolwe ? Simply because it is bush-veld paradise that holds my heart in its innocence. Tolwe holds an untouched beauty that reveals itself within the golden sunsets and anybody that is blessed enough to experience this place will be able to be a witness of this. It is Africa in its simplest and rawest form (yes there is electricity and running water) because as far as the eye can see it is bush-veld that has not yet met the harsh human hand.

What do you do with your time in Tolwe you might ask (another of my previously asked questions). Being a pure bred farm girl, being back on the farm was heaven on earth. I immediately reverted back to the three B's :
1. Bakkie rides
2. 'Braai'ing
3. Books
Between these three it is ultimate relaxation and enjoyment.

Tolwe is home, through and through. I, as a student of the North West University, unfortunately don't visit this place nearly enough but I am counting the days down until I am once again able to encounter the golden sunset of Tolwe once again.

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