We were volunteering at an orphanage for children with AIDs in Cape Town, South Africa when Rihanna began serenading us through the speakers. The song was undoubtedly intended to be fun background noise for club goers to gyrate to, but in that moment, within that context, it felt so much more powerful.
“We fell in love in a hopeless place. We fell in love in a hope-less place.”
As I looked at Zoë, surrounded by happy babes unaware of their uncertain futures, she met my gaze and we simultaneously acknowledged a significance the artist never intended. Our eyes misted together for a moment before the children restored our happiness.
That was the last time a silly pop song had brought me to tears. That is, until a few weeks ago.