Midnight call Tales
I remember my secondary school days (SS1 and SS2) when midnight call was trending from 12:30am to 4:30am on every network. Every night I would wait for my classmates conference call to solve assignments or discuss irrelevant issues. Mostimes I got calls from different guys I've never met (them no dey tire). I wondered how these guys got my number, till I found out it was Jim.
Jim was a boy in the estate who distributed the phone numbers of secondary school girls to the opposite sex for a token. I didn't give Jim my number and I didn't know him then, till every guy who calls during the night call opened up and I finally got to meet the phone number distributor. I was mad at him, you need to see my face...That was in the past, back to my midnight story.
My ears were always wide open to hear the phone ring or when my alarm rings at 12:30am. I didn't really enjoy my calls because I slept with my big cousin, she said I disturbed her sleep with the calls expecially when she does midnight prayers.
Going to the sitting room was no option because my uncle slept there and he is fond of spoiling the air with the gas from his anus, not just the smell but the sound also disturbs. You hear sounds like doom!!! Phuuuu!! In addition to his snoring. Lol it was terrible.
There was no where cool for my midnight calls. The toilet could have been an option but my dad was diabetic and he pees often. I still made calls in my room but I had to use the pillow to cover my head to avoid disturbing my cousin.
So what was your midnight call experience was it fun or like mine?
hmmm....hated it to d bones...i wake up very late and made me lazy all day...had to stop it.
ReplyDeleteLol. I did it well when I finished secondary school. I went to a boarding school and phone wasn't allowed, so I had to wait till when I finished nd I compensated well for it. But after I got admission, I just couldn't, it became once in a while till it just dwindled. I use to use the kitchen or toilet then, which ever.
ReplyDeleteBy the way, when is the diary of a broken hearted girl coming out.
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