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5 TRUTH ABOUT FEMALE VICTIMS OF SEXUAL ABUSE



The Nation with a generation of Whole, Emotionally Balanced and Productive women, multiplies its chances of having functional families and raising positive change agents as youths.
That generation begins with a girl child!

DID YOU KNOW THAT

    • 26% of sexually abused victims are in the age group of 12-14 years ?
    • 34% are younger than 9 years?
    • 35.8% of sexual assaults occur when the victim is between the ages of 12 and 17?
    • 82% of all juvenile victims are female?
    • Approximately 1 in 5 female high school students report being physically and/or sexually abused by a father, teacher, extended relative or dating partner? (NSOP)

Tamar's Pouch is committed to helping the girl child and young women heal from sexual and emotional abuse while inspiring them to reach for their fullest potentials.
On January, 23 2016, we shall help 270 girls in a certain high school in Apapa, have a fresh/positive start on life as we begin the newyear, irrespective of what abusive past they might have had or are presently having. Our Rape Recovery and Emotion Healing School Team will hold a one day heart to heart conference with them after which they would be counselled and led into being whole.

TAMAR...Breaking Off The Shackles Of Abuse

This book TAMAR is a SELF GUIDE to HEALING and WHOLENESS from all forms of abuse. We want everyone of those 270 girls to have this book for FREE but we can't afford the cost alone. We ask that you help FUND one book Per TEENAGE GIRL. Each book cost NGN500.
To give a girl a book please pay in NGN500  before January 12th 2016 to

GT-BANK
0047372859
PRINCESS ANNE ATULAEGWU

Let's save future generations by helping ONE GIRL CHILD at a time!

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