LOVE NOTES!!!

"Though I've never spoken to you,It seems I have loved you all my life.Your smile is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen,your eyes are like the love spell of a goddess,the sound of your voice is like the sweet melody of a violin.Why am I saying these things?Why do I sound like a drunken fool?
My heart is yours Zainab A,...from now till the day I die....my heart is yours......!!!"

She realised her heart was racing,....like it always did when she read his notes.......!!

"Who are you?"She heard her own voice whisper into the morning air as she stood  in the middle of the parking lot of the office complex.


She'd only left the car for about ten minutes when she remembered her laptop.

Cursing herself for always forgetting the damn thing,she rushed back to get it.

Only to find HIS note on her windshield.
"Who are you?" She whispered again.

The notes had started showing up a few weeks ago.

Same emotion..different words.So far,she'd recieved a total of twenty-eight of these "love notes"....and they didn't seem like they were stopping any time soon.

She cautiously looked about herself in the empty parking lot.

"The Poet"Was what she'd come to call him.His words were passionate ...and very intense.No one had ever told her words so passionate.....so real.

Of course calling the police had crossed her mind.His notes had an uncanny ability of finding her any where.

He was obviously following her.....stalking her.

But some how,she knew he wasn't dangerous.....she just knew.

His words made her heart flutter...she felt light headed just hearing them in her head.

They were intoxicating.

What am I doing?She thought to herself as she folded the paper into her coat pocket.

She looked around again.

But there was no one about.

"Madam....!!!"Came a male voice from  behind her.

She felt a tiny jolt of shock run through her.But quickly relaxed when she realized who it was.

"Gideon...."She sighed with relief and  turned around.

"..your steps are quiet.....almost creepy"she shrugged.

The Security Man stepped out gingerly from between two cars.

"Sorry ma...I doesn't mean to afraid you!!!"  he said awkwardly.

Zainab rolled her eyes. Gideon's english was out of this world.

His sentences always left her with a curious look on her face.

"...Did you see anyone come this way towards my car?"

He paused thoughtfully for a few seconds.His lean face almost seemed handsome as he pondered her question.

"...ma I doesn't know any actually person oh...is only me that is here!"he said scratching his head with a puzzled look on his face.

"Never mind,"She said waving  him away.

She walked back to her office.

Gideon wasn't lying.She thought.

Grammatically deficient, yes.But no liar.He was as honest as they came.He had a nack for staring at her like she were something out of a fairy tale.

First time he saw her, he more or less fumbled words together and spoke like he were just discovering the English language for the first time.

But Gideon was the least of her problems as she  approached her workstation.

Why was she still dwelling on
" .......your eyes are like the love spell of a goddess......"

Who says that?She thought as she sat down.

No man had ever said something like that to her before.

She felt her heart flutter again.

You shouldn't be doing this Zainab,she thought to herself as she turned on her computer.

She was a strong independent,disciplined woman.

She wasn't prone to flights of excitement when ever a man said she was beautiful.But the words on the note got her thinking.

Was it true?Could it be possible...just possible that somewhere out there there was a man that could feel such passion for her?

It just seemed so unreal.

But this wasn't the time.

"...em..is everything okay?"came Martin's voice.

She looked up to see her colleague and long time Chyker standing by her desk with a curious look on his face.

"...yes...I'm fine...."she said sitting up in her seat.

She always felt a little awkward under his stare.The dude could stare for days.

"....long weekend....??"he asked leaning against her table.

"...yea...something like that"she replied.

Martins regarded her in silence,then said.

"...So...can we have lunch later??"he asked with a flirtatious grin.

You had to give Martins points for persistence.She thought.

He was a true die hard chyker.

"...Sorry,My boyfriend's taking me..."she smiled apologetically.

Martins was an extremely good looking guy.In fact he was so good looking it was almost distracting.

But even in a universe where she was single she'd never date someone like him.

Dude had "Player"written all over him.

"If you say so..."Martins shrugged and walked away.

That was another cool thing about him,he knew when to back down.

She forced her thoughts back to the files before her, and tried to focus on work till it was lunch time.


"You seem distracted"Philip's voice said.

Zainab blinked out of the trance she was in.

She realized she'd been thinking about the Poet's words again.

What was it about them that intrigued her so?She wondered.

"....work related...?"Philip asked with concern in his voice.

They were at her favourite restaurant for lunch.

As always, being the dutiful boyfriend he was,he had shown up by 12noon to take her to lunch.

She usually looked forward to hearing about his Oil well construction business.

But that afternoon was different,it was as if a white veil had been drawn over her eyes.....a white veil with the poet's words.

She couldn't get them out of her head.

For weeks the poet's notes had been coming,sometimes three times a week sometimes four.

They never showed up at the same place twice.

Whoever The Poet was, he was smart.Somehow he always knew how to find her.

So why wasn't she afraid?

This was Classic Stalking.

She should go to the police.Stalkers could be dangerous.Why was she entertaining the notion of meeting with a total stranger while she was at lunch with her boyfriend?

"Zainab....??"Philip nudged her.

"Oh..I'm sorry darlin!!"She realized  she had zoned out again.

Long pause.

"....so...you haven't answered my question."

"W-what question?"she asked.Clearly at a loss.It suddenly dawned on her that he wasn't seated any more,.....he was down on one  knee.

Something bright and shiny on the table caught her eye.

Philip sighed.He clearly had been monologing while she had been  in La-La Land.

"...will you marry me?"

Zainab's heart skipped several beats.

How could she have been so absented minded to have missed her own proposal?

She hadn't even noticed the huge diamond ring on the table.

What was wrong with her?

Who does that?

Philip was still staring her.

As well as half of the restaurant.

Long pause.

"Yes!!"She heard her own voice say.

"Yes!!!"

Philip looked like he had won the lottery.....twice.

He got up and threw his arms around her as a loud applause exploded around them.

Zainab  was on auto-pilot as he put the diamond ring on  her finger.

She could see the joy in Philip's face.

She could hear the loud clapping.

She could hear the cheers.

So why did it feel like she......... wasn't there?

Why did she suddenly feel....disconnected?

"How would you describe my eyes?"She said trying to raise her voice above the noise.

"...What?...."Philip asked face still filled with happiness.

"....my eyes....how would you describe them?"She leaned into his face as more people congratulated the newly engaged couple.

Philip stared at her curiously.

"light brown...or grey...I think....why?"he asked as the cheering and clapping continued.

"...Nothing..."she said forcing her mind to the present.

"...This is the happiest day of my life..."Philip said finally.


"Your eyes overflow with a brilliance, that pierces my soul...."


If I were the sea,
I would caress your skin with my currents
If  I were the wind,
I would bring you the scent of a rose from distant eden.
If I were the sky,
You would be my moon and sun
And my stars would be yours.
If I were time,I would cease to that first kiss...over and over again.
If I were anything but yours,
I would be nothing.


Zainab sat alone in the parking lot again.

This note had come almost two weeks after the engagement.

It had some how miraculously found it's way to her car's windshield wiper while it was parked outside a super market...down town.

That's it.

She thought.

She decided to do something about this once and for all.

She'd always had a theory that The Poet watched her read his notes.

She was almost certain he did.

Listed as one of the craziest things she'd done in her life,she replied his note.

"I am engaged,..."she wrote.
"...I appreciate your kind words.But I belong to someone else.And your notes are begining to scare me(which was a lie...his notes excited her).....I'd appreciate it,if they stopped.

She folded it and put it on the wiper of her car.

Then she walked away.

This is crazy.She thought.

For what seemed like hours,she had just watched the car from a distance.

Maybe he wasn't watching this time.she thought.

Maybe this was a bad idea.

After wasting another hour watching the parking lot from the window of a home Appliance Shop,she decidede this was an insanely dumb idea.

The Poet wouldn't be that stupid to show his face here(assuming he WAS still nearby).

She went back to the car,on the way,she checked her phone.Nineteen Missed calls from Philip.

Probably more wedding plan Ideas,she smiled to herself as she started calling him back.

She reached the car and suddenly realized the note was gone.




That was a week ago.
No more notes had come from The Poet.

Was that the last she would hear from him?She wondered.

Part of her was relieved....the other part wasn't.

She and philip had  dated for  about four months.

Did know him well enough to embark on this sort of journey?

Wasn't it too soon?

She wondered if The Poet had given up the chase. She had spent sleepless nights reading his poems, she always looked around expecting a note from him.

 There was nothing on her windshield.

She started to make her way back to the office when she felt fingers touch the back of neck.

In an instant,all her Self-Defense classes kicked in.

Panic or fear were not an option.

She kicked back as hard as she could with her right heel.

She heard a painful grunt behind her as her heel connected with what she hoped was her assailant's shin.

Then she spun around and crashed her elbow into the side of his face.

She felt a shockwave of pain explode across her arm upon impact.

Her assailant went down...hard.

"Ma,abeg oh!!!" Gideon pleaded from the floor as he shielded himself from any further attacks.

Zainab was still breathing heavily.

"Oh my God,sorry"She said.

He seemed quite pathetic on the ground.

"You startled me......oh Jesus,I  am so sorry"She said helping the skinny man to his feet.

"...don't be vex ma"He said straightening himself up and massaging his jaw.

"...somebody,give me letter to you....."he said reaching into his shirt pocket just above his name tag to bring out a folded piece of paper similar to what The Poet used.

Her heart started racing again.

"A man?...where?...what did he look like...how long ago?what did he say?was he smiling?"Zainab's questions came at Machine gun rapidity.

The poor Gideon could only stand there scratching the side of his head in confusion.

Zainab hurriedly unfolded the paper.

But unlike the previous ones,this one was short....too short infact.

"Is he what you need or what you want?"
It said

There was a Mobile number at the back.

Long pause.

She looked at the note for what in her head seemed like a millenia.

"What....?"Zainab said out loud.

"Gideon,how long ago did you get this note?"she asked trying her possible best to be calm.

Gideon straightened his back and folded his arms.He suddenly seemed taller.

"Does it matter....?"he said quietly.

"....answer the question" even his voice sounded different.

And then it hit her.

His grammar....Gideon was speaking proper english.

"W-what question.....?"she asked wondering if this were a dream.

"The man you're about to marry, is he what you want or what you need?" Gideon said with extreme poise and confidence.

Long silence.

Zainab was still attempting to process what was happening.

The note had slipped from her fingers unto the ground.

"...But...your english.....are you......HIM?"

Gideon nodded with a smile.

"But....how....?"

"I graduated from the university about Nine years ago,since then I've been looking for a job.

Things havent been very great in my life.I decided I wasn't going to wait for a job anymore,I had an idea for a business...but I didnt have capital....so I managed to get this job to raise capital.

"So.....why were you talking like that before,when you could talk....like this....whats going on...?"Now she was shouting.

Gideon was still calm as he said,

".....I needed a job badly so I lied that I only had a Secondary School Certificate....because If I had shown them my Accountancy degree,I'd never have gotten this job"he said simply.

".....wai-wait!You're an accountant,....and you work here as a security guard???"Zainab's eyes popped open.

Gideon chuckled and said.

"It's the society we live in my dear, I realized early that the dumber I sounded, the more like-able I was to my would be employers......I needed the money...I needed to work."


"So...."She began

"........the notes,the poems......were all...."

".....exactly how I feel about you"He said flatly.

"...so why all this.....why all the deception....why didn't you just come out and say something....?"She said trying to clear the web of confusion in her head.

"....I guess I was afraid..of facing you...!!!"he said in a small voice.

Zainab covered her face with her hands.

This was so unreal.

"...I have loved you from the first day I saw you"

Gideon went on.

"....I have watched you from a distance.I know you're engaged to a handsome rich man.....and I know I might not have the means to be with you now,...but I have to ask.....Is Philip what you want.....or what you need?"

"What sort of question is that,of course he's what I want?"She said with a hint of annoyance.

"but I was taught that needs supersede Wants." Gideon said calmly.

Zainab just stared at him in silence.

"I mean,what's more important to you,love,adoration,respect and friendship or goodlooks and a fat bank account?"He asked.

"...did you just call me a gold-digger?"She retorted in shock.

"No,I would never call you that,I know I waited too long to make myself known....I know I've been a pest...."

"You haven't"Zainab interjected before she could stop herself.

"....I'm resigning from this job today..."he went on.
"....for two reasons;1.I don't know if I can face you again after this,

And 2 .I have saved enough money to finally start my business."

Gideon shifted uncomfortably but went on.

"....there's no reason for you to believe me,for all you know I could be a psychopath.....But if you give me a chance,....I'll prove to you that I can make you happy....you are an awesome woman, Zainab A....you truly are"

Her heart was racing again.

She was speechless.

"That's my number on the back....if you change your mind,give me a call....if not....I'll understand"He said with a smile.

Zainab noticed that there were tears in his eyes.

They stood staring at each other for a while.

Then Gideon turned around,and walked away.

"...congratulations on your engagement"He said without turning back to look at the confused beautiful woman.

Do you want to know what Zainab did about her dilemma? Your guess is as good as mine.



LIFE IS A CHOICE MY FRIEND
SO CHOOSE WISELY
ENOUGH SAID

This story is for @Zainab_Ajokeade......




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