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Higher Heights for Girls

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Higher Heights for Girls Organisation is a youth run feminist orientated non-government organisation concerned with the state of young men and women’s relationships with each other and within the community. Upon realizing the number of issues the youth face including high incidences of Gender Based Violence, Unemployment, Teen Pregnancy and HIV/Aids, a group of ten came together to officially register the NGO on December 12th. Higher Heights concerns itself with helping young men and women maintain healthy relationships with their partners and society, are better equipped for the working environment, make mature and rational career and financial choices as well as become better parents.

In an attempt to achieve the above, we've began a blog which will become a safe space for young people to discuss gender issues. However, Higher Heights for Girls believes in diversity and will like to invite you to make submissions to the blog. Please find attached in this email Submission Guidlines. While this months call for submissions would like to focus on Sexual Assault as April is Sexual Assault Awareness Month we are open for submissions through out.

Please do share with your networks.

submission Guidelines can be found here

Submissions can be made via our contact form or via our email HigherHeightsforGirlsOrg@Gmail.com please provide the subject as submission before attaching the submissions as well as biography of artists.

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