Chidi nma

"Aunty why did you ask me to bring my mom's sanitary pads to school?" Little Sera asked her class teacher looking scared.

"Sh, sh, reduce your voice. Hope you didn't tell your mom anything about the pad?" Teacher Caro asked little Serah?

"Yes Aunty, I kept it back in her cupboard just like you told me, she doesn't know what happened." Little Sera said smiling.

Meanwhile, Esther, Sera’s mother, was at home when her period suddenly came out. She rushed to the cupboard, took one of the pads, and was about to fix it on her pant—unaware that her pad had already been used for a ritual by her daughter’s school teacher.

At the forest behind the school, Teacher Caro and the school principal, Mr. Eze, stood with a grass in his mouth, performing strange rituals.

“She’s about to wear the pad,” Mr. Eze said, turning to the oracle. “As usual, I’m here to give you a woman whose child is in Class 3. Take her soul and make our school stronger. Make it the most famous school… let rich parents rush to us.”

The flames from the candle flickered. Teacher Caro closed her eyes, shivering, feeling the power of what was about to happen.

Back at home, Esther wore the pad and continued her cleaning.

Ahhh!!!!

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her stomach. She screamed, “Ahh!” and fell to the ground. Bl00d was coming fast.

At first, she thought it was just her period, but soon she realized it was too much. Fear gripped her chest.

Just then, her daughter Sera came back from school. She stopped at the doorway, eyes wide with horror.

“Mom! What is—?” she cried.

Esther couldn’t speak. Her body felt heavy and weak.

Just then Little Sera remembered the pad she had given her Aunty.

“Mom, I want to tell you something!” Sera shouted, her little voice trembling as she saw her mother soaked in bl00d.

“My dear… later, please,” Esther whispered weakly in pain. She thought Sera was trying to make silly jokes.
With all her strength, Esther stood up, legs shaking, and started walking toward the chemist near the house.

At the clinic, the nurse helped her sit down. Esther was breathing heavily. "Nurse I'm dying" Bl00d was still coming. Too much bl00d.

“This is not normal,” the nurse said with a worried face.

Just then, Little Sera rushed in, crying.

“Mommy!” she shouted and hugged her.

Esther looked at her daughter’s face
“Sera… what happened,” Esther said weakly.

Sera started crying loudly.

“Mommy, please don’t beat me,” she cried. “My teacher said I should bring your p@d to school. She said it was for dancing competition. She gave me t0ys. She told me not to tell you.”

Esther felt cold.

Sera continued crying and explained everything. How she took the pad. How the teacher collected it. How they later told her to return it to the cupboard. Esther burst into tears.

That was when her husband, Mr. Daniel, entered the clinic. He had just returned from a journey.

“What is happening here?” he asked in fear.

Esther pointed at Sera. “Ask your daughter,” she cried.

Sera repeated everything again.

Mr. Daniel’s face changed. Anger filled his eyes.

“This is bl00d money,” he said. “They want to k!ll my wife.”

Without wasting time, he called the police.

Within minutes, police officers followed him straight to Bright Disc Model School. They forced the principal to talk. Under pressure, Mr. Eze tried to run, but he was caught.

He led them to the forest behind the school.

There, candles were burning. Strange items were on the ground. Teacher Caro was there too.

They were exposed.

The principal broke down and confessed.

“We use parents whose children are in Class 3,” he cried. “Their bl00d makes our school grow. Our church becomes popular. Rich parents come. That is how we succeed.”

The police arrested them immediately and the school was burnt down.

Days later, Esther recovered. She stood in church with her family, thanking God for saving her life. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she hugged her daughter.

“My child,” she said gently, “never listen to strangers again. Always tell me everything.”

Always check your child’s school bag.
Always ask questions.
And remember—repeated events like death are never ordinary.

Hope you learnt something from this story as a parent or a sibling to Young children?