Hey Midnight owls 😽 So the prompt asked
If you got called by your name at Midnight, what would you do?
For me, I’ll never, never, ever answer my name at midnight, especially when I’m living alone. Let me tell you why. Boarding school trauma is real.
First of all, I attended a typical Nigerian boarding school. The stories we heard at night is enough to make you sleep with one eye open till you graduate 😂
Aside the popular miss koi koi story, there was the willi-willi story. Apparently they said willi-willi came at midnight to carry children that were disobedient to their parents during the day. Whenever Willi-willi comes, he calls your name and once you answer, he carries you, and if you don’t answer he flogs you before carrying you 💀 We also heard about a student who calls names at night in her sleep, if you answer they’ll initiate you in their coven. As I’m typing this I’m still scared 😩
Because of these stories, I dare not answer my name at night please 😂 If you call my name in the middle of the night, my boarding school survival instincts will kick in. I will act like I didn’t hear anything. I will even stop breathing small 😂
Secondly, I live alone now. So if somebody calls “Testimony!” at 2AM, we have a problem. Because who? Who is calling me? My neighbors are asleep. My family is not here. So who? I once heard someone say “If you hear your name at night, don’t answer. It might be a dead person calling you. If you answer, you can exchange your life.” Crazy story and belief, yea? Yes. Did it enter my head? Also yes.
So I’ve decided. You can call my name one million times. You can shout it, sing it, whisper it. I will not answer. I will pull my duvet up to my forehead and become invisible. My other strategy is to call on Jesus as a proper Jesus baby 🤭
So to whoever is planning to call my name in the middle of the night save your energy. I’m not available. 😂
Time posted: 2:05AM
