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Hello

 So the first time wrote on this blog was in my 2nd year at the university. I had doubts  I would succeed but guess what?

I did!

I not only graduated from my course of choice but also as one of the top students in class. 

My study was plagued by numerous strike actions, and finally the Pandemic!

Yes,  I survived that too.

So today I write you as a Doctor of Veterinary Medicine.

Finally!

I look forward to celebrating you, my friend.

Keep on the fight to do better.

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