A new Job

hi everyone i have an offer of a job so hopefully very soon if i accept the offer ill be bringing you more jist about medical practice but this time in Lagos! Stay tuned.

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  1. Admin UD7:55 AM

    Congratulations on ya new job. Cheers!

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  2. Dolly4:03 AM

    Congratulations

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  3. Anonymous6:23 AM

    Congratulations Tomi! Well done... I had a feeling you'd end up in the medical profession. You've got a great blog here...

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  4. olaoluwatomi4:26 PM

    thanks for atopping by old acquaintance it woud have been nice to know who u are but anyway cheers

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  5. Unknown5:10 AM

    There is nothing more frustrating that rushing out every morning in this mad city called Lagos to a job you don't have a passion for.
    It is good that you love your job. So, I say a big congratulations and hoping to see more medical practice gists again. And maybe this blog might just serve as the script for the Naija Gray's Anatomy? Abi?
    Ere a po ni ibe o. Amin!

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  6. Anonymous3:01 PM

    huge congratulations!!

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  7. Daisy1:06 PM

    Congrats Tomi...can't wait to read about your stories. I'm counting down to moving and starting a new job too. A little over two weeks.

    Love you tons

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  8. Andrew F. Alalade8:55 AM

    Hey Tomi, good to hear the great news. We should talk soo, so much o gist about!

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