NAFDAC at work: Chocolate Royale sealed off and 1 billion naira worth fake products seized in MD's House

Chocolate Royale, a subsidiary of AIM group, owned by the popular Lebanese business man, Mr Moussalli, was shut down by NAFDAC.

Allegedly, Chocolate Royale used expired and dangerous product for the production of their food and confectioneries used by the public.

It was reported that, Chocolate Royale was involved in illegal importation and illegal cold room in the managing director's resident.

The MDS' residence, situated at 1 Karimu Kotun, V.I.,was sealed off after the NAFDAC agents discovered frozen unsafe products worth 1 billion naira, carting away Six vans of these expired products out of his residence.

Anslem Okonkwo, NAFDAC's spokesman revealed that, Chocolate Royale was shut down also because of unethical practices and non compliance to good manufacturing and hygienic products and regulatory bodies.

Some top officials were arrested and will be questioned for willfully obstructing NAFDAC operatives while carrying our their duties.

The next course of action will be determined by the result gotten from sampling and analysis gotten from the lab on the seized products found in the MD's house.

Mr Moussalli also owns cool fm, Wazobia fm, Nigeria Info fm, Wee tv, and Wazobia tv.

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