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I am no longer a medical student (thank goodness)..I am now a medical intern which is probably worse but at least now I don't have to study for those terrible exams.

Living and working in the city of Nairobi. A lot of smog and people and traffic. Don't know if we actually breathe in oxygen here.

But it's wonderful in many other ways. I am still thinking of those ways.

I am kidding, it's great. But this isn't a blog about Nai, it was just to update my blog info..and also to alert my followers that there is now a Sithabiso Dube page on facebook. Sithabiso Dube, Writer. I've seen weirder things.

Search for Sithabiso Dube, then click LIKE. Easy as Pie. Lets see if we can get to a million fans like Ashton Kutcher.
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  1. MayaB12December 1, 2010 at 10:37 PM

    Update your blog more often - you could turn your ramblings on FB into blog post lol

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  2. SteeDecember 2, 2010 at 6:55 AM

    my blog is like a cold museum and facebook is a lively bar. No one comes here often!

    But im in the process of restructuring my blog content so that we can have something more marketable.

    In other words i am still looking for my true passion!

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