But this is no ordinary town in the middle of nowhere in the province of Limpopo.
This is a town where its inhabitants come together as a family in times of need.
A community of farmers and people not afraid of days of blood, sweat and tears.
Quite recently I experienced something in this small town that I have never thought possible and have only seen in movies and read in books.
A family member who was a farmer in this town, recently died in a horrific car accident which shocked the entire community as he was a well-known and well-respected man in the town.
Before the memorial service started, when everyone gathered outside the local church, bakkies were seen wherever you turned.
The church started filling up and when the service started, the building was packed to the brim with many people having to stand outside in the hot sun.
But they stayed and endured it throughout the service, among all the men, women and children, not a single dry eye was present.
After the service the church emptied out and a convoy of bakkies made their way to the graveyard where the burial took place.
Hundreds of people gathered around the open grave in the scorching heat and said their final goodbyes to someone they saw as a legend and inspiration in the town.
I have never come across anything like this and the whole concept of an entire town putting everything on hold for an entire day to bid farewell to a man.
During the funeral, it was like a ghost town.
Not a moving car in sight or any sound of the usual on-goings of inhabitants at shops.
This amazed me beyond belief.
Because growing up in a bustling city where time chases you wherever you go, you live next to your neighbours for 10 years and you don’t even know their name.
Just the occasional wave as a greeting when passing by while driving out of the driveway.
You don’t truly care about the well-being of your neighbour, just as long as it doesn’t affect you and your busy life.
A few days after the funeral every person gave a helping hand to the widow of the farmer, to keep the farm going and fix what needed to be fixed because she couldn’t do it herself.
They interrupted their own daily work on the farm to help where they could.
This might be one of the few towns in the country where people still care about each other.
And in this town, in the middle of nowhere, one of the residents told me that this isn’t a community in a small town, its a family.
