I may not be here one day, but my declaration will remain and future generations will read them, so I bear witness that there is no deity worthy of worship but Allah, and prophet Muhammad (SAW) is the messenger of Allah❤️.” Whoever reads this, may you be my witness
Hossam Hassan, Head Coach of the Egypt National Team, dedicated Egypt’s win to Palestine.
“May God have mercy on the martyrs of Palestine. I dedicate this victory to the Egyptian people and to the kind and noble Palestinian people.”
This is Heartbreaking Story 💔💔💔......Ridge Hospital Must Sit Up.
Folks, last night I lost my wife at Ridge Hospital!’
My wife checked in at the hospital Sunday evening. She had been due for surgery Monday morning.
We agreed that I would return to the hospital in the afternoon when she would have returned from the theater.
That’s how it happened. I returned to her. She narrated the experience to me. I stayed with her till 8pm when the orderly came to ask me to leave.
When I returned the next morning, my wife had taken a turn for the worst. She was sweating profusely and was in severe pain. The change was really dramatic.
I asked her if the doctor had seen her. She said no but the nurse had given her medication earlier on. She asked me to take her to the washroom. By this time she was screaming in pain.
I managed to sit her on the WC. But as she attempted to relieve herself she suddenly went limp and crumbled onto the floor. She was unconscious.
I rushed out to seek help. A couple of nurses came in to help. She regained consciousness but she was in a terrible shape.
The next one hour was hell as there was no doctor immediately available.
After about an hour the doctor arrived. He examined my wife and asked the nurse what medication had been administered. The nurse mentioned something I don’t remember. The doctor asked if she was sure and she said yes.
The doctor then went through my wife’s folder for a few minutes.
« But I didn’t prescribe that », he said.
My heart missed a beat.
There was a back and forth between the doctor and the nurse, which attracted two other nurses.
One of the new entrants said yes, he the doctor didn’t prescribe it but another doctor did so later.
The doctor said he was going to call him right now. He walked out the room followed by the nurses.
I followed them into the lobby.
He picked the phone and called someone. From the conversation, it was clear that the other doctor had promptly admitted to prescribing the drug.
Folks, I swear by my father’s grave that my wife’s doctor said something like this.
“ I can’t believe you have done this again. This is the second time. This woman’s case is similar to the other one but you have done it again”.
Folks, at this point I started feeling very cold.
What happened next is the reason I am writing this. But for it I would never share this on social media.
As our doctor was scolding the other doctor, they nurses were laughing heartily. Even the doctor was scolding his colleague somehow jokingly.
Yes, my wife lay dying and the nurses were laughing that a doctor had apparently prescribed the wrong medication for her. I was not angry and I was not mad.
I just felt cold. Very cold.
A lot happened subsequently as they tried to save her. They prescribed some drugs which I bought. Then they prescribed some more drugs which I bought. Then they prescribed more. Then they wanted a test done which we did. Earlier, my sister-in-law who had held the fort while I went to see the kids had also been made to buy drugs.
In the end I was left alone with my wife.
At 8 pm the orderly came to ask me to leave.
I drove home filled with a huge feeling of emptiness. I could not sleep. I tossed around in bed the whole night. At around 4 am I fell asleep.
My sister-in-law was to take up the relay this morning. I was to go and teach my students and then return to replace her. We took turns taking care of my wife.
My sister-in-law called me at 6 am which is the visiting time at the hospital.
I had overslept.
“Brother Imma, are you coming? The doctors want to see you immediately”.
“I am on my way”, I lied. I hurriedly jumped into a crumpled jeans and an old Lacoste. I did not bath. I did not brush my teeth. I don’t how I drove to Ridge Hospital. My wife died at 11 pm last night, three hours after I left her.
A lady in the ward told me she collapsed and died. Just like that.
By the way, my sister-in-law told me that when she got to the ward this morning she overheard doctors and nurses arguing over “wrong medication”
I am not angry. I am sad. Deeply sad. Indescribably sad.
Folks, let’s be clear. I have no evidence that the wrong medication killed my wife. I have requested for an autopsy.
I also appreciate the efforts made by some of the nurses to save the life of my wife. One particular nurse was very kind to me and I pray God’s blessings on her.
What I cannot accept, and why I am writing this, is that health workers find it funny that the wrong medication had apparently been administered to my wife. They were laughing. It was a joke. My wife’s life was a joke.
My wife heard the whole story unfold. How did she feel lying there listening?
I kept thinking “Is my wife’s life worth so little”?
Is that all she is worth? Can’t they see she is my wife? Can’t they see me standing there listening to them?
Now I have been thinking. I am a senior public servant, the head of a public tertiary institution. If this happened to me then I shudder to think of what can happen to an ordinary person in our country.
Folks, I am not courting sympathy. I have thought carefully before posting this.
Here is the thing:
Nobody, absolutely nobody deserves to experience this. It falls far below any idea of human decency. This should never happen again.
That is why I am calling out Ridge Hospital.
I am asking you a special favor. Please, help me call out Ridge Hospital.
It is me today. It could be you tomorrow.
Please, share my post again and again till it gets to the authorities of Ridge Hospital.
Hopefully they will sit up. Hopefully they will stop treating human life like statistics. Hopefully, they will understand that every patient is a person, a wife, a husband, a mother, a father, a brother, a sister, a son, a daughter, a cousin, a grandmother and a father that is dearly beloved by someone.
Thank you.
It’s been 6 years, no justice.
Director of Ghana Institute of Languages (GIL) Dr Emmanuel Kobina Kuto heartbreaking story about medical negligence at Ridge Hospital
⚠️ Gazze’de insanlık bir kez daha hedef alındı.
Ailesi için su toplamaya giden Filistinli bir çocuk, işgalci siyonist İsrail’in saldırısında ağır yaralandı.
Aynı saldırıda kardeşi hayatını kaybetti.
Gazze’de çocuklar oyun değil, su arıyor.
Ve dünya hâlâ bu vahşeti izliyor.
Susma. Paylaş. Gazze’nin sesi ol.
A cry for help😭
My new born baby is in critical condition and lots of pain😩 He’s in so much pain and urgently needs to go to hospital😭
He had some treatment but the Disease is still progressing🥹 Pls Don’t allow my son to die, he’s the only one i have💔🤲🏽
May God bless u🙏🏽
What she means by "love" is random men engaging her in meaningless months-long talking stages and giving her money for no reason. Nobody informed her that the only men in the world who engage in such show of lack of idiocy are Nigerian men. Abroad, you must reciprocate or leave.
One time at a party, one woman asked me where I was from.
I said Uzbekistan.
She told me her son had gone on an educational mission from the US to Kyrgyzstan to teach the locals English.
Then she asked what I did.
I said that I came to the US on an educational mission to teach the locals engineering.
Cricket player Hashim Amla, a Muslim, represented South Africa with honour and integrity at an international level. He did more for South Africa than all useless members of your family combined
A cry for help😭
My new born baby is in critical condition and lots of pain😩 He’s in so much pain and urgently needs to go to hospital😭
He had some treatment but the Disease is still progressing🥹 Pls Don’t allow my son to die, he’s the only one i have💔🤲🏽
May God bless u🙏🏽
🇮🇷 As world leaders landed in Tehran for Khamenei’s funeral, they were met with a memorial for the Minab school attack inside the airport.
Messaging doesn’t get more deliberate than this.
Writer: Monica
It's been 1000 days since the genocide in Gaza began.
During this time, I lost my job as a doctor in London, had my medical licence suspended, was arrested 5 times, charged and now awaiting a criminal trial in the courts of occupied Britain.
And I can't begin to explain how pathetically insignificant that all is compared to a single second in Gaza.
Where the equivalent of ~10 nuclear bombs has been dropped on a piece of land you can drive through in 30 minutes.
Where hundreds of thousands have been martyred.
Hospitals, schools, mosques, churches, orphanages bombed.
Men, women, and children sniped, starved, bombed, burned, kidnapped, tortured, raped, and displaced by 'israel'.
A campaign of total erasure against a native population of whom 50% are children broadcasted to the entire world. Waged by foreign invaders against Palestinians because they are not jewish.
And it continues.
1000 days and 78 years of genocide and occupation.
1000 days and 78 years of Palestinian steadfastness, resistance, and bravery.
All I can say is I wish I could have done more—that humanity could have done more. And I pray we live to witness the end of 'israel' and the religious supremacist ideology of zionism.
Palestinians are still fighting and so will we.
And victory is but an hour's patience.