I Like to Look up and Leap like a Basketballer

I threw up tantrums umpteenth times into the wide
Like a tossed child, leaping my mother’s hands into freedom
Like a basketball shot through the hoop,
Caught between her hands when falling.
I jumped wild like a kid, off—spring the goat
Across the rooms, bouncing off the ricochet walls,
Back to shape with full kinetic energy of a rubber ball.
I bounced up when hit with the rod of correction
And down when courtseyed by the taming roof.
I grew up puffing more arrogant air,
Leap—frogging my mother’s back,
Bouncing over my father’s high jump’s catch
(escaping) through the windows, over tall fences,
Out of school gate onto the loose fruit trees
In the neighbourhood and crash-landing on a freefall.
My mother picked me up like a basketball gained through a rebound.
She said “you have bounced out of bounds into bonds.
You can’t jump over the school fence and land in freedom
We throw you up to see what we can’t see, not to escape our sight.
Now, that you’ve won me a free throw, I will shoot you through the hoop.”
That recess was the greatest test of my bouncebackability.
Now, I do not look down dribbling my way
Serpentinely past my parents like a footballer,
Nor roll about like a football tossed by hungry legs.
I like to look up and leap like a basketballer, for the hoop,
shooting myself up for the catch of the moon’s limbs and
Bouncing up when fallen among shooting stars.
(c) Alade Blessing


Blessing Alade, (M.A. Literature in English) is an editor, content developer, test items writer (Literature in English), creative writer, poet, guitarist and pianist.

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