She is a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day.
A streak of colour on a grey canvas.
She is the voice of the women that came before her.
The force of determination tearing at the seams. Breaking the narrative thus changing the story.
She is strong and yet so gentle. Her touch, though delicate always leaves mark. She is loving, kind and skilful. She is independent and innovative, she waits for no one’s validation because she knows her worth and sees herself the way her father sees her, a pure work of art, made with the finest and richest textiles. She takes opportunity by its rails and doesn’t let go no matter how much it shakes her. She keeps her head up in spite of how high the waters of critism, injustice and cruelty rise against her. She surfs its strong tides with a smile and emerges stronger each time.
She is healer, a confident and a mother. She is woman. A divine creation. Stand in awe and adoration before her
“A woman in harmony with her spirit is like a river flowing. She goes where she will without pretense and arrives at her destination prepared to be herself and herself only.”Maya Angelou