Seun needs your help!



If you are a regular blogger cum blog reader chances are that you have seen the video above or been to his blog at http://nigeria2014.wordpress.com/

Well its not enough to read his blog, Do something, become a bone marrow donor simply by registering at http://www.dkmsamericas.org and swab the inside of your cheek with a Q-tip you will receive in a pack.(I have registered and am eagerly awaiting the arrival of my kit),you can get all the information you need from that site.

Pay for screening tests which need to be processed via your generous donations, hold marrow drives, encourage your friends to become marrow donors (especially those of african descent!). He needs an almost identical match and it could be you! There are many other people who need what Seun needs and will benefit from your actions.

Don't just sit on your hands, DO SOMETHING! Save a life, you may end up changing yours in the process!

Comments

  1. Nee Fe Mi11:31 PM

    i registered the other day - hopefully i can do more

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  2. Good Naija Girl12:00 PM

    I'm not eligible to join the registry but I was able to donate via his facebook page. I pray that a match is found for him.

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  3. olaoluwatomi12:38 PM

    Neefemi and GNG thanks a lot! Your labor of love will not be in vain!

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