LamikayTy

I used to write notes. I loved writing notes, I probably still do but I do not write them again. Some of my past notes have come back to haunt me. Well, actually 2 of them.

Thankfully the notes were nice if a bit awkward but I loved writing and still do.  A number of my friends have kept the notes and from time to time, I get an email saying they just stumbled upon one of my notes and how they remember how it helped them get out of a dump or really really encouraged them. This usually put smiles on my face and leave me wondering about what was in those notes.

One of my notes led to my first date I didn’t think it was such a big deal but I guess the recipient did.

I remember one note that stayed in my pocket for weeks and weeks because I was afraid of the stern face of the would-be recipient. She wasn’t a friend, just an acquaintance and my last friendly overture had been rebuffed by a stolid and hard face. Hmmm…I heard she was in a bit of trouble and put pen to paper but my fear of her made me withhold the precious note.

Months later I showed the note to a mutual friend who blurted out ‘Why on earth didn’t you give this to her, Toyin?’ Emmm silence followed from me. He went on to say he was sure that note would have helped her make a better decision than the one she made. I don’t know and will never know if that would have happened but that was the only undelivered note I ever wrote…

Until I stopped writing…

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