Olivia

There are some people in this lifetime, rare and unique people, who are secret gold. They never get the credit they deserve or the appreciation they should, and are just tossed aside and foolishly mistaken as a yellow rock.

But, their shine and shimmer intrigue you, and you make time, space and love for this supposed ‘yellow rock’ and discover just how magical and heavenly they really are. Then you wonder, as you hold this beautiful nugget of gold in your unworthy hands, how so many people were so blind to the ethereal beauty this mystical piece of sacred earth.

That gorgeous gold is Olivia. And boy, is she better than any piece of gold could ever hope to be.

No one could ever summarise Olivia in any words.

Strength greater than a category 5 hurricane and ferocity more than 100 Beyonces.

The ability to be completely herself and completely unapologetic too. I watch her in awe as she walks and talks with such confidence, knowing deep in her sturdy roots that external opinions are irrelevant.

Honest. Oh, so honest! She pours her refreshing lemonade of truth and everyone thirsts for more. She doesn’t even try.

She’s learning. Receptive and quick. Intelligent and wise. Open to improvement and expanding. She’s learning.

Full of beauty. Her beauty makes all blush, and her smile wows each and every crowd. She braids like a boss and her luscious locks turn into intricate art.

No one could ever summarise Olivia in any words.

But what gives us a sip of the scorching Olivia tea is this,

The very gold you tossed aside,

And foolishly labelled a yellow rock,

The very gold that illuminates the darkest of nights,

The very gold that steals the sun’s spotlight,

The very gold that is worth more than any puny human mind could comprehend,

She wears on her head.

Chin up, hair did, muffins baked and nails did,

She wears oh so proudly on her sacred head.