Volunteers needed!!!!!!!!

Are you young, strong, willing to do something for nothing except getting the satisfaction of doing something that would touch countless lives including yours as well?

Then Blood for Life is the group to join.

Its a group for those interested in becoming voluntary blood donors and also for those who will be interested in recruiting them.

WHY are you needed? A lot of the blood donated in our hospitals today is blood from those whose relations are on admission or from remunerated donors. How safe then is our blood supply? Pretty scary if you ask me.

I hope you see the need to become a blood donor, for those interested in doing something worthwhile, get in touch with BLOOD FOR LIFE, 1Chief Norman Williams Alley, General Hospital Lagos. You will be glad you did.

Comments

  1. Admin UD4:55 AM

    great initiative, though i don't see many Nigerians running forward. Kudos

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  2. Andrew F. Alalade8:32 PM

    Is that not the same as Berachah? Ugo D. has a point sha! Nigerians are too spiritual to be blood donors.

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  3. olaoluwatomi1:58 AM

    Hi guys thanks for your comments, it will certainly suprise you that we are having fantastic responses especially from the youth and yes they are nigerians, we still get a few skeptics and reluctant ones but we are gradually building up a steady stream of volunteers.
    Whe u guys are back in naija ill be expecting you to visit blood for life to donate blood.
    Yes blood for life is under the Berachah foundation. Cheers.

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  4. Admin UD4:23 AM

    Ofcourse, you can count on that :)

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