14/10/2025
One nurse was arrested in my area last week.
What was her offense?
A young woman had come to her pharmacy one afternoon, saying she’d been feeling weak for days. She said she was sure it was malaria, because she had all the symptoms—fever, headache, body pain, and loss of appetite.
The nurse, who was popularly known in the neighborhood as Nurse Becky, asked her a few questions and then said she’d treat her. She listed the injections and drugs she would give her, and the young lady agreed. She paid for everything without complaint.
It was a normal day. The pharmacy was quiet, the small fan above the counter kept humming lazily. Nurse Becky wiped the sweat off her forehead, prepared the injection, and gave it to the lady. The lady thanked her, smiled faintly, and left.
Two days later, everything changed.
The same woman was rushed back to the hospital, bleeding heavily. Her husband was pale, shouting at everyone who tried to hold him. The woman herself was weak, soaked in blood, whispering in pain.
At the hospital, when the doctor examined her, they found out something shocking. She was pregnant, and the injection Nurse Becky gave her had flushed out the baby.
The husband almost lost his mind. For three years, he and his wife had been praying, fasting, visiting hospitals and pastors, waiting for a child. When she finally conceived, they didn’t even know.
Now the child is gone.
The next morning, the entire street was on fire with gossip. Women gathered in corners whispering, some blaming the nurse, others blaming the woman for taking an injection without confirming what was wrong.
By afternoon, the husband stormed into the pharmacy with policemen. Becky was attending to another customer when she saw them walk in. She froze.
“Are you Nurse Becky?” one of the officers asked.
She nodded slowly, confused.
“You are under arrest.”
“For what?” she stammered, trembling. “What did I do?”
The husband stepped forward, with tears in his eyes.
“You killed my baby😭
