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#BrokenStilettos Mentoring Course/Session



Listen up #RPI Relevant, Purposeful, Influential women
Here is a follow up mentoring session for 
#BrokenStilettos
If you are between the ages of 15-19, this is FREE!!! 

If you are above 19, please proceed to make an investment of N2000 

It's an 8-day class on 
#FACEBOOK

MODULES are
1. The whole woman therapy
2. The rules of self esteem
3. Dealing with emotional wounds
4. 6 types of women & their transition keys
5. Connecting the dots-past,present,purpose
and HEART- To- HEART personal session with ME

Simply follow these steps
1. Forward your investment/commitment fee to GTbank Princess Anne Atulaegwu 0047372859
2. Text Your FACEBOOK name and email to 07038803218
3. Join Class
4. Thank God afterward. LOL
Classes begin on Monday AUGUST 9TH (12pm) and Ends AUGUST 14th 2017 all on a secret facebook group.
Seize this 8 days with me for a greater you!!
#Tamarspouch #AnneAtulaegwu #TheBirthplace #FulfilingDestiny
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