Eyewitness details heartbreaking accounts leading to the death of student at Ghana School of Law

A medical doctor and associate of the deceased has given a chilling account of the student’s last moments, pointing to a swift and unexpected collapse during a lecture.

The student, who passed away on Saturday, March 21, had earlier mentioned concerns about elevated blood pressure but appeared stable and was actively contributing to class activities.

As the session progressed, however, his condition suddenly took a turn for the worse, leading to a rapid decline.

Read full accounts below:
I am still in shock. I can't believe what happened before my very eyes and those of my colleagues yesterday. It all started with a tap on my shoulder during our Criminal Proceeding class and a whisper: 'Doctor, check your WhatsApp.'

When I looked, he had shared his high blood pressure readings, medications, and other prescriptions. I whispered back, 'Your BP is too high, let's talk after the lecture.' He gave me a thumbs up and later answered a question in class, so I assumed he was okay for the moment.

Just before the end of the lecture, I noticed he was sweating heavily. I tapped him and said, 'Hey buddy, you're not fine. Let me check if the clinic is open.' I rushed to the clinic, but it was locked. On my way back, a colleague told me he was not feeling well, and we quickly returned to find him in front of the class, clutching his chest and sweating profusely.

We carried him to the car park under the Tim trees, helped him into my car, and I prepared to drive him to the hospital while colleagues dapped his sweat and offered support. Another colleague followed in his car.

As we sped toward Ridge Hospital, he passed out near the EPP bookshop at Makola. I realized he might not make it without immediate intervention. We pulled over, and with my colleagues' help, I performed CPR on the street. He regained consciousness, vomited, and some passersby assisted with water and drinks, though I had to explain repeatedly that this was a heart attack, not low sugar.

We carefully carried him back into the car, with colleagues taking turns performing chest compressions while I drove. Two policemen nearby saw the emergency and escorted us to Ridge Hospital on a motorbike, sirens blazing like a presidential convoy.

At the hospital, he was received immediately by doctors and nurses, including the medical director. They intubated him, started IV lines, and continued CPR. His vitals were checked, but he had no pulse and no blood pressure. He was shocked three times and given medications to revive his heart, but after about 30 minutes, it became clear—he did not respond.

The reality hit me: my friend, colleague, and buddy from Tema was gone. I composed myself to break the news to the others, who were overcome with grief. It was a deeply shocking and heartbreaking moment for all of us.

Death came when we were only minding our own business, chasing our dreams. We never expected it on the road of life we were walking together.

May your gentle soul rest in peace, Mr. Fantastic. May God keep and protect you.