Balla Baybe

Today’s game; 21st October 2006, I held the ball in my hand and looked up to the rim. I could see my move … dribble pass the defender … go in between two defenders … jump up … pull the ball back down a bit then put it through the hoop and score the basket! Damn it felt good. It felt great sweating my butt out for a good game. Forget the aches and pains, point matters. Win one, two, three games in a row. Then sit back and feel great about the good game I just had. This is me, I don’t need fancy dressings; I can go out with shorts and t-shirt and enjoy how my life goes. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday and Saturdays has a basketball session. How I missed the feel of the ball being released from my hand and goes into the hoop … make the crowd go awe because a chick just drive in and was foul 3 times on the way to the hoop. I have it again. That’s me. I don’t need to go clubbing or dancing. I can dance too … on the court. I got the shakes that would make you quake, the fries that can cross your eyes and I just got myself that I love so much. It is true they say love yourself before you can love others. I love myself knowing I can play basketball once again. Getting back the kind of game I know I can play. Hell, I’m back on court! I am purely a “balla baybee”, undeniably. It will always be that game that defines me. I think somehow I am missing out the best part of all this. As I drive to the hoop or take a shot … there’s this one person eyeing me from one corner watching my every move and loving me for all of it. If I had a lousy game he’d look to me and ask, “Where’s my baybee?” Stop pretending to play, play the game with PASSION. I have passion not just in the game but with you.

I have the ball in my hand and where do you think I am going? Left right? Ah yes, I don’t have a left but I can still put the ball in no matter how many times you try to stop me! I know where I’m going … to your arms where it feels like home sweet home. Psst psst … no one can stop me ;)

Broken wings and Missing Pitchfork

With a blinded and broken heart, I fell into the unknowing certainty. Being afraid of come what may, I found true love along the way. Believing in no such thing ever before now became impatient for a future with you and I. Your eyes tell no lie of how your heart feels. If you’re hurt the reflection of me in your eyes becomes distorted and when you’re happy your eyes seems it smiles looking into mine. Your touches say be mine for eternity. Your kisses say I love you so much and more.

But you have said so much it’s my turn now. For every beat of my heart it says, “Don’t ever leave me because I need you so much that even an inch of a distant could shatter me.” Every time I caress you with such tender and care I wish to say, “I love you so much and I’m thankful you’re in my arms.” When I look at you, my eyes would whisper, “At last, I have finally found true belonging.”