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GIRL, REVAMP MASTERCLASS

YOU TOO CAN GET OVER THE HURT; ATTRACT AND KEEP THE MAN OF YOUR DREAMS


This is a Revised and updated Edition of  Broken Stilettos Mentoring Class 


Hi! I'm Princess-Anne

A girl with many scars that pass for ranks in the realms where it matter. 

While my experiences are nothing out of the norm that happens with people, my responses to them have bestowed me with giftspower and influence required to help others  triumph easily when faced with those challenges.


Would you let me help? 




Standing before you, is a girl whose had 

✔6 failed relationships in the span of 14 YEARS - So that you know, I wasn't doing weekly flings. I invested my heart. 

✔ Stigmatization for being Ngwa (Origin in Abia state) 

✔Written off as wife because some men THOUGHT

➡️I won't be good in bed.

➡️I can't cook.

➡️I am too spiritual.

I've had a break up on valentine's day in 2014. I've had one during an exam.

Infact, the last failed relationship before my husband, happened just prior to my myomectomy.

I have known and felt many shades of being brokenhearted.

 ✔ Fibroids

 ✔Ovarian Cyst

 ✔ Endometriosis

I've kissed them. Indeed I know brokenness but I also know healing, wholeness, hope and how to turn pain into purpose. ❤❤


Here is a summary of my story


             On my wedding day, May 11 2019


👉July 2018 -I got dumped 💔💔

👉Between July to September 2018. I was sad and eventually depressed. The Doctor had just told me to get pregnant to prevent a repeat myomectomy.  I shared a bit here . I had no fiance as my ex had just checked out.

👉Between October to December 2018, I applied a few principles and did a few things I now call my SAUCE

👉December 29 2018- My now husband shows up

👉February 14 2019- He proposes

👉May 9 2019 - I'm His lawfully wedded bride



The truth is...


❤❤You don't have to carry a heavy, bitter heart into your next relationship or marriage. 

If there is anything that hinders prosperity the most (all round), it is doing life while housing a wound in your soul or an unoffended spirit. 


📍📍Permit me to share my sauce with you in a private masterclass online.

Combining insights from scriptures, Neurolinguistic programming (NLP), True life stories and my secret sauce,

YOU WILL

➡️Heal from emotional wounds inflicted by past experiences.

➡️Uproot deep seated roots of offense 

➡️Build healthy self esteem

 ➡️Boost  confidence in forging healthy relationships 

➡️Move ON and FORWARD 

➡️Attract and keep the Man of your dreams 


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Registration Details


💕DATE: October 1st to 5th 2020 

📌INVESTMENT: N10,000 (Ten thousand Naira)

💕PAYABLE to Guaranty Trust Bank 0047372859, then send payment proof here to join class. Alternatively, use the automatic route 

💕VENUE: Private WhatsApp Group



See you in class!

Committed to you fulfilment,


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