There was commotion at the Murtula Mohammed International Airport yesterday evening, when the British deputy high commissioner to Lagos, Mr Peter Carter collapsed & died After arriving Lagos on a United Airlines Flight UA143 at 3.50pm local time.
When Mr Carter slumped in the avio-bridge while he was alighting from the plane, passengers and crew members amongst other personalities in the airport ran for their lives thinking it was Ebola.
However, further investigation revealed he died of a cardiac arrest.
A letter written by the Federal Ministry ofHealth Port Health Services, which was signed by Doctors E.E. Ukatu and Abdullai, made available to reporters by airport reads in part:
"The Port Health Services was called today (2/9/14) by a FAAN (Federal Airports Authority ofNigeria) medical nurse at about 4.07 pm from the D arrival screening point to see a passenger (the deceased) said to have arrived aboard a United Airlines flight from Houston, Texas.
"It was reported that after disembarking, the passenger was observed to be clutching his chest and asking for help.
"In the course ofexamination, he was asked if he was Asthmatic, and he said 'MAY BE'.
"On examination, he was found to be pale, in respiratory distress (gasping for breath), his pulse was rapid and thready. Based on his response to the question if he was asthmatic, a Ventolin inhaler was administered, but was not effective, as the patient was restless and threw offthe inhaler to the floor. He was placed on the left lateral position and at the same time, oxygen was called for.
"Efforts were made to administer oxygen, while a second doctor was called and suction applied via a suction machine to clear the airway.
""Subsequently, the patient suffered a cardio-pulmonary arrest; the radial and carotid pulses were no longer palpable and patient was observed to be cyanosed. Attempts at resuscitation proved abortive. Pupils were fixed and dilated and patient was certified dead at 4.26 pm".
Mr Peter Carter has been the British Deputy High Commissioner to Lagos from 2013 till his sudden demise yesterday... May His Soul Rest in Peace... Amen!
{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{ VERDANT STORIES SECTION TITLE>>>>>>FORBIDDEN CONTINUED FROM 03/SEPTEMBER/2014 "It won't hurt you," he said with a sarcastic edge echoing in his voice. He left the house after telling the interpreter to guide the new corners and tell them what to do. The interpreter told them his name was Ibrahim from Garin-Alewa. He had been educated in the school and was now able to read, write and speak the Whiteman's language. "Now, you must open your heart to accept the education the Whiteman teaches. It is quite different from our Arabic schools. Here you must do everything the white man does," Ibrahim said. Just then a bell rang. Ibrahim looked at his wristwatch. It was seven p.m. "It's time for supper. We will all go to the dining room to have food," Ibrahim said. Garba realized he had been famished. He followed Ibrahim with the other boys to the dining room. There were many boys there. Garba recognized some of the boys from Dogongari but he did not go to meet them. He was wondering if this was what the Whiteman's education was all about. "Garba, son of Dandogo, your father finally let one of his sons to come here," one boy named Sule said behind him. Garba turned and saw Sule. He and Sule used to be friends before Sule was taken away to the school and when he had returned to the village, he had become somewhat pompous, not associating with the village boys whom he now called 'villagers'. "Hello Sule," Garba said. He had long accepted that his friendship with Sule had long packed following Sule's change of attitude. "How are you? I never thought you'll ever come here. I am very happy for you because this is the place where your mind gets open," Sule said. Garba did not understand, however, he smiled lazily at Sule. Sule sat beside him on the same table. "There's 'Sawa, the son of Maitabba, and there's Abu son of Iliya. I think you also remember Tanko, son of Danlcura," Sule said, pointing at boys from Dogongari. Garba knew them all. He nodded. "And there's Yakubu. He's quite close to the Whiteman Mr. Jacobs. The white man says Yakubu is his name sake, that Yakubu is the same name with Jacob," Sule said. "He lives in the master's quarters with nim." When the meal was served, it was rice and fried fish. The aroma was too much that Garba almost began to eat had Sule not stopped him. "You must wait for the prayers before you eat. And you don't eat with your fingers. This is not your bush village. Use the cutleries," he said. Garba looked at the cutleries. He had never used cutleries to eat before. He only used wooden spoon to drink fura da nunu and his hands for every other food he ate. "Bless this food, gracious Lord, for Christ's sake," Mr. Jacobs said. "Amen,"' children chorused. TO BE CONTINUED TOMORROW....PLEASE VISIT OUR BLOG AGAIN TOMORROW FOR A CONTINUATION OF THIS AMAZING STORY!}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}
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