Woman Of Tomorrow Africa seminar pictures

Woman Of Tomorrow Africa Seminar

On the of 15 March 2014 at Nelson Mandela Metropolitan University Vertas Residence study centre South Campus. Woman of Tomorrow Africa foundation hosted their first Seminar in the Port Elizabeth. There were three speakers, each amazing in their own right. There were 40 young women in attendance.

Amongst them we had a young feminist, who is a Television and radio personality, who gave the young women who were in attendance a talk about knowing themselves and how to “brand” themselves and to move in spaces women have not yet moved in. The Second speaker Kurula Mhlaba is a young leader and business woman, who is the founder KingsRule seminar, she spoke to the young women about raising above the standard, ” refuse to appear to disappear” Mhlaba said. We had our third speaker, who was a spiritual speaker Sisi Phali from Rucc PE, speaking about the role of a woman in their walk with God.

The venue was filled with 40 young leaders from Melodi and Veritas residence from NMMU south campus. The program began with an opening prayer, then a brief about W.O.T Africa, what it has done and what projects it is busy with. The founder Sinazo Mtshengu gave a power point presentation about the Foundation and its history. There were two performers, a musician Pamela and Anelisa a poet.

The young ladies where exited and engaged in a question and answer session after all the speakers had spoken. The event was a great success and Woman Of Tomorrow would like to thank all the speakers and the attendees and

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