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February 17, 2014

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Summary of Debonair book swap party

You know an event is going to be successful when guests start arriving one hour before the event is scheduled to hold. Debonair’s first in-store event, a book-swap party, attracted over three hundred guests who had a lot of fun! The event held at Debonair Bookstore on 294 Herbert Macaulay Way, Sabo Yaba, Lagos on Friday 21st January 2010. The evening started with an introductory speech by the General Manager of Debonair Bookstore, Mr Okunuga. He provided basic information on how the book swap will take place and took a few questions from guests at the event. Thereafter, he invited the CEO of Debonair Bookstore, Mr Adebola Omololu for a short speech. Mr. Omololu welcomed the throngs of people at the swap party and encouraged them to network and make as many friends as possible. He also encouraged everyone to take advantage of Debonair Bookstore’s extended working hours of 9am-9pm Mondays through Saturdays as well as 12 noon to 6pm on Sundays. In addition, he told the gathered crowd that...

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