24/04/2022
I will never forget in my first pregnancy back in 2016 how my husband warned me never to use any drug they would give me at antenatal until he had seen it and confirmed that it was okay. He is a manager in a pharmacy company, so I believed he knew what he was talking about.
Then one Tuesday I went for antenatal and they gave me one antimalarial medication. I quickly called my husband if I should go ahead and take it since he wasn’t going to return home early. But he insisted I don’t.
Finally, he returned and looked at the drug and was like, “This batch of the drug has already expired since 2014”.
This is now 2016 and the expiration date on the drug reads 2019.
You can imagine!
I didn’t believe until he brought it out from the pack and it was clear that they had cut off the part they wrote the expiration date on the Sachet. The next morning, he went to his office and got the current batch of the drug that hasn’t expired and showed me.

Then, by Thursday that same week, he went with me to the hospital to confront them. And trust my husband, he first came in calmly as though he was making enquiry, but he was recording the moment.
When everything was now obvious, they started begging, saying it was the guy that supplied them the drug that played that fast one on them. It’s just that I begged him to forgo, otherwise, the hospital would had faced being shut down.
But what touched me most that day was a woman we met at the entrance of the hospital who was already leaving, and seeing she had the hospital bag, I approached her to see if they gave her that same expired drug.
And right there was the same expired drug in her bag.
I finished telling her why we came and she ignored us and left with the drug. I wonder what she was thinking.
Except God had intervened, the life of that woman or her child or both would have been endangered. Likewise many others who got the expired drug before we came to stop the hospital from giving it out.