My phone rang today.
Unknown number.
I picked up.
“Daddy…”
Now pause there.
I have three children. I know all of them. None of them sounded like this voice.
So immediately my brain said, something is off.
The caller continued. Sweet tone. Respectful. Familiar language.
“I attend your church… I just wanted to greet you…”
I asked a simple question.
“Who are you?”
There was hesitation.
Then she said she would message me on WhatsApp.
Moments later… message drops.
Name I couldn’t place.
Pictures I didn’t recognize.
Energy that didn’t feel right.
Still, I stayed polite.
“How can I help you?”
Then came the story.
Long story.
Very emotional.
Borno. Violence. Escape. Danger. Urgency.
And in that moment, I felt something deep inside me shift.
Not fear. Not anger.
Clarity.
Because I had seen this pattern before.
Emotional hook.
Urgent crisis.
Spiritual language.
Respect titles.
Sympathy trigger.
Then… request.
So I blocked the number.
Immediately.
No debate. No guilt. No drama.
And then I paused and asked myself the question I’m now asking you:
Did I overreact? Or is this a format?
