The First Time I…

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The first time ever I saw your face
I thought the sun rose in your eyes
And the moon and stars were the gifts you gave
To the dark and the endless skies, my love,
To the dark and the endless skies.

The first time I heard this song by Roberta Flack, I was a little girl in Lagos. My father used to make compilations on cassettes rather like I make playlists on my iPod today. I loved singing along as I sat in his car going wherever. But when one particular tape got to First Time Ever I Saw Your Face, I hated it.

The first time ever I kissed your mouth
And felt your heart beat close to mine
Like the trembling heart of a captive bird
That was there at my command, my love
That was there at my command.

Ugh. It was so slow. There I was bopping to the music in the front seat and then suddenly everything seemed to stop. Nothing to bop to. Just this awful song that slowed everything down and took forever. Every time we got to it, I would reach over and forward wind the tape. I’m struck now by the fact that my father never complained. I think he once laughed and said, “So you don’t like this song.”

And the first time ever I lay with you
I felt your heart so close to mine
And I knew our joy would fill the earth
And last till the end of time my love
It would last till the end of time my love

The first time I realised I loved this song, I was driving my own car in California. It was the most beautiful song I’d ever heard. I hit the CD replay button in the dashboard, over and over again. I had to catch every amazing word. The music seemed to strum my heart strings. And the infinitely slow pace brought me to delicious stillness. Still.

The first time ever I saw your face, your face,
your face, your face.

RELEVANT REALITYNIBS LINKS: I once wrote a post with a similar structure to this, but on a completely different subject. Or not? You be the judge.

WEGO PROMPT FOR THIS POST: Write a post about the first time you did something. What is it? What was it like? What did you learn from it?

This is post 28 of 30 in the Realitynibs.com series for WEGO Health’s Health Activist Writer’s Month Challenge 2012

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