Friday, 1 January 2016

The First Time

Posted by Oyinlola Sobowale on Friday, January 01, 2016 in , | 25 comments


The first time I wrote a poem, it was for a boy. Typical you say? We were in JSS 3 going on SS 1. He was the poet; his pen always causing words to dribble atop paper in fine ink, impeccable English too. I was to reciprocate in the same vein and I did. Few words and the rhymes were such a hit :-)

The first time I wrote competitively, it was for my hostel. Too shy however I penned it under another name, not even an alias I mean that was how little I believed in my writing. My girls and I did a recital exactly as I had earlier coached - we won 2nd place and I wished I had confidently put my name.

The first time I cried over a loss, it was for our dog. S-ki-ppy was such a real dear I never ever feared his size and mean barks. We couldn't take long walks but would stand by the house gate for short whiles cos I feared he would cut loose and bite another kid like he once did my little sis. On return from Uni one day I was shown his tiny grave covered with sand. He had died and no one had the courage to tell me. Yes I cried and haven't loved another since.

The first time I saw shrimps 'face-face', Christie showed me. Of course you know this favored sea food cost a bit but Christie would stock them and make everything with...from fried rice to indomie to stew to "okra lasanlasan" (ordinary okra).

The first time I ate watermelon, my papa gave me. Crap that stuff tasted so odd I wrinkled my face in distaste. My papa wondered when I would develop the palate for finer, healthier food and fruits other than my regular eba "garri" in the morning, afternoon and night!

The first time I saw my period, only mama knew. A day later she saw drops of blood on the ground where I stood in front of her shop with a throng of customers beside me. Embarrassed and ashamed on my behalf, she shooed the customers away and called me inside but it wasn't my blood you see...well it was mine only that this came from a cut in my hand not nature's monthly free flow from...

The first time  I drove on the express, it was Christie's Yaris. Damn! My lungs were in my mouth but she wouldn't have me chicken out and yes I so brushed a man's vehicle, it was a forerunner. We flashed our 32 and he let us be but the next second I parked and let her lead.

The first time a boy hit me, it was my best friend Walata. It was during prep and we had no hostel master present. He slapped me hard; a very thunderous slap and he threatened to hit again! Fourteen years later he asks me to marry him and every time I scuff and close the Facebook/Whatsapp chat window.

The first time I got a visit in the hostel after a loooooong dry while, it was my mama. She saw me from afar talking to a boy in the corner. The very same boy she had seen once or twice around me in Lagos live and direct in Ikenne, Ogun State. The coconut rice with "ata sweswe" (fried stew), bournvita, powdered milk and all else she had brought took a journey back with her...halfway through the hostel gate till my matron's plea thawed her heart to drop them for me.

The first time I went to Sokoto State, it was to NYSC camp in Farfaru. I lived like a queen drinking bottled water and eating food ONLY from maami market. The weather was unkind to me but the serving doctors were kinder. I learned to laugh and dance and play like the mallamas without a care in the world.

The first time I fell genuinely in love, it was with myself. Only recently have I come to extremely adore myself and enjoy my own company. I treat me good. I take me out. I teach myself. I laugh with myself. I respect me, honor me and my confidence in me grows daily.

That's a list of a few of my firsts...what 'first' stands out for you?

Happy New Year beautiful people. May 2016 be lovelier, grander and merrier than the last. Today is a first of many...take charge, make it count.





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25 comments:

  1. Wow! Beautifully written. Smiled all through

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  2. Sorry I just was busy preparing this messy, splattering soy beans milk. I'm not through yet, need to clear up the messy sticky foam it leaves on the cooker.


    Let me quickly reply before Oga at the top remove my rank😀. Whew! Lovely firsts, we got same reaction to the watermelon wish.

    Okaayy, stuffing shrimps inside 'akara' is something I still dream off, I do rather have them fried or nothing. Nah I don't buy that. And first love?! Guess u had many now shey? Hehehe. Don't hurl some stilettos yet.

    Hiya! What stands out for me was about you crying over dog. I mean in have that that experience too, even as I typed this I still it ( brownie).😢.

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  3. I was too eager to comment lolz. You guys should stylishly bypass my typos error with my speed. Hehehe.

    Okay I think your firsts were funny and some more

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    1. Thanks D'dream. Laughing at your excitement-borne typos. Hope you didn't spill the entire soy milk, keeping healthy ain't we?

      On the watermelon ish, I now love it. Many thanks daddy for opening up the sensory cells in my tongue.

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    2. Yeah keeping fit for a time though.

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  5. My first kiss...don't remember the person nor the place, I only remember that there was no salt! Lol

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    1. Gerrarahere Anon! What the frigging heck did you need salt for? LWKMD

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  6. my first fight was with my best friend, thinking about it now, it was about nothing, we argued about "guy name" and gbam the fight....



    My first kiss, I was 13 and she was 16, details cannot be shared...


    Oyin remains the boss!!!

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    1. You be the boss Frankie. Hope you still friends with that best friend.

      On your second first, I shall get the details in camera ;-)

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  7. The first post that has come from you this 2016 is spectacular. How scared we are at times to have that first time at things, but here I am encouraged.

    It reminds me of the first time I blogged, I was broken and needed a means to express what and how I felt. Don't know if I succeeded in doing that, but I am sure I succeeded in starting a blog the Egwumba’s Blog

    Happy New Year dear.

    Cheers!

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    1. If I am to follow that logic of whatever you do on Mondays gets repeated the entire week then it works to say everything else I'll be writing this year will be as spectacular but because I also have faith I daresay everything else I'll be writing will be even more spectacular.

      Thanks Ugo. You have yourself a fabulous year. I am so looking forward to reading more from you...

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  8. Awesome. Wasn't expecting any less. Complement dearie.

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    1. Vation is here! Yippee. Thanks dear.
      Happy New Year.

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  9. I remember many firsts...some provoke smiles while others a frown. But together they form a past that shapes the future. You are such a good writer, i like d part where u love you, teach you, smile at you, play with you....thats just sweet. One must know one's self. You should know, for me you are such a muse. Your writings inspire mine...or should i say your thoughts inspire mine. I really havent been in tune with my self for quite a while. Hencefoth im determined to make moments count, who knows what may come of it? Happy new year beautiful person.

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    1. "...together they form a past that shapes the future" that just aptly describes the link between our past experiences and what is to come.

      Thanks Nenchin, you know what an inspiration you are to me too. Happy New Year to you and yours. Go shake up the web!

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  11. Not commenting really... For me there are so many firsts i might take over your blog space..

    Yours were exciting...SOKOTO? Hmmm!!!

    Happy 2016! Be blessed as always... and kindly send an invite!!

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  12. Loved it!
    Will think of a few later,
    there should be a handful of those somewhere, tucked away in my memory :)
    Happy 2016 x

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  13. hehehehheheeh this was a mega Fun read eh! as it had me smiling like a Fish all through.. Ghen Ghen! No Jokes eh! 2016 gats be Grande oh! **Wears Shades.. **in Kelly Handosme's Voice.. I cannntt see myself Mbok.. I mean its shining so bright already here on Blogger.. that we gats to wear Shades even at night :).. and this post is shine shine bobo proof.. this was fun to read all the way..

    So the Brover who slapped you asks you to marry him years Later ba?! Talk about Irony of Laiiffee.. hehehe eezz not a joking things sam sam oh! I guess the Love eventually struck him. regardless that years ago.. he was the striker (Pun intended)..

    Lola yeah.. I think the most beautiful experiences in life are usually our firsts.. cause we often times do them without a care in the world.. and we just let ourselves go.. all in exchange to finally experience what ever it may be that we seek.

    This was a ghen ghen read of Laife mbok.. **Shines full 32 :) Thanks for sharing.. and the crowd goes.. Oossshhheey BaDDest!

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  14. This was a beautiful read but I wanna slap Walata so hard that he sees stars. Oya send me his address.
    I loved reading this, oya hurry up and update your blog!

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  15. Great thoughts and perspective, there's always a first time for everything really.

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  16. The first time I read your blog posts(today), I was just smiling throughout. I can't really tell what's funny... But am happy reading them.

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  17. The first time I held my baby was heavenly. I had an operation and yes, I was strong but holding the one who made me go through it made it worthwhile. The first time I kissed my hubby was at the registry and downright scary. The first time I wrote a love note was fun but my brothers taunted me to death when they saw it because I was just a primary school girl that only wrote "I love you" to my class teacher. I knew then I more than like him so why not say love? Memories.. ...

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