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Project-VAL

"Charity is an act of kindness where a person who has more than enough of what he or she needs contributes a part of his or her surplus income for the fulfilment of the needs of those who are less capable." - Kirti Daga
It is against the "surplus income" described by Kirti Daga , that Step Up Foundation took to the streets on Valentines day; Feb 14, 2019 to donate foods, clothings and other relief materials to destitutes, Orphans, Motherless and less privileged in four States (Osun, Kwara, Lagos and Rivers) across Nigeria.

Mostly constituted by students and fresh graduates, Step Up Foundations is a non Governmental Organization with the sole aim of empowering women, supporting the less privilege and promoting youth participation in Nation building with basic educational tools (SDG 4 – Quality Education) .

This year edition tagged Project-VAL (Voluntary Alms for the Less Privileged) was made successful by members donating money, gently used clothes, mosquito nets, cooked and raw foods, shoes and other edibles.

Step Up Foundation partnered with Nigerianthem (a non-profit organization) and Young African Leaders Forum.

It is important to state that members and volunteers raised money and materials from stipends given to them by parents or small incomes made from petty works. If a laudable project like this can be well supported by governments, private and individuals, it will go a long way to ensure that the vision of realizing a better society is attained.

Project-VAL is an annual program and if you are reading this thread, you can be part of next year edition and other meaningful projects that Step Up Foundation embarks on.

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