Her eyes are the same colour as her brown skin; you should see the world through her pupils. Often at times she had no need to say anything because through her eyes you could see a different perspective of the world. Her eyes eloquently spoke a language that was foreign to anyone who hadn’t experienced the vibe of South African townships. But you could always understand her because those eyes were filled with hope, love and happiness. The wisdom she constantly utters every single day may often remain unheard. But the beauty of God’s grandeur will never go unnoticed; you can see it in her hazel-brown eyes. You should see the world through her pupils; her eyes are the same colour as her brown skin. I see the sunflowers in her eyes, the love that radiates from her aura is drawn from within.