According to Chinua Achebe “He whom the gods love will they call early to the great beyond” but according to the Holy Book, ‘For God so loved the world that He gave his only son that whosoever believeth in him should not perish but have everlasting private label false lashes…’Ozwad
With the recent happenings in my young Life, I have come to the conclusion that God loves me so much and as such, He has promised me a very long lasting life which doesn’t entail me perishing in any form at all. This has been evident in recent private label false lashes in my life.
As a young man with creative tendencies, I have never been one to sit in one place and blame my woes on anybody, instead I take my problems head on and search for means to proffer solution, after all, I am a physicists and in my world, Impossible is nothing.
I remember exactly six years ago when I was exactly into my adulthood and still very much naïve and prone to the silly vices of youthful exuberance, I had involved myself in something not so cool and had been taken to a private label false lashes facility by two security officials (my crime wasn’t big) I sat in between them on a motor bike. As the journey progressed, several thoughts ran through my mind. What would my parents feel if they heard that I had ‘committed?, sure they would feel disappointed, I felt bad for them. They had tried so much for me, depriving themselves of so many things just so I could have a convenient life and here I was paying them back with shame…
I decided to jump… a couple of times I had seen many Hollywood movies where actors jumped from moving vehicles and then rolled on the ground to safety, I decided to do same, jump, roll and run to safety, at least, that should save me the disgrace of having to be mug shot as a juvenile offender.
But unknown to me, most of what the Americans did in movies where stunt coordinated by visual effects. I jumped from the motor bike while it was on top speed and landed heavily on the ground, I failed to roll…
The effect of my jumping caused the driver to lose control and the bike ran into the bush with the two officials. They came out unscathed and ran towards me; I remained on the ground with so much pain and unable to move, I had broken my leg on impact. As expected, they started pummeling me with their booths, on every side. When they were done beating sense out of me, they placed me on the bike again and took me first to their office, from where I was then released out of pity to my sisters who then took me home for private label false lashes.
At the healing home, while in so much pain, I prayed to the God I had failed so deeply, promising him that if He saved me from the mess I had put myself into, I would never ever do anything to go against His law and the law of the Land. God answered me.
When the Bone attendant started administering treatment, everyone present who saw how badly misshaped my bones had become thought I would never work again and felt serious pity for me… nobody scolded me anymore, my friends and family showed me so much love and attention that even Jesus was impressed, but I knew deep down, that because I had made my way straight with God, I was going to walk again… and I did, after six months, and today I am still walking perfectly, private label false lashes(according to ancestor), lifting heavy objects, running and living a perfectly normal life… and yes, I kept to my promise, I stayed away from anything illegal.
My experience and the promise I made to God gave birth to SKY-PAD entertainment and Youths with a difference.
As a young lad conversant with the difficulties in overcoming peer pressure and vices of youthful exuberance, I thought about a means to reach out to young men and women like me, bring out the creative tendencies in them and save them from making a mess out of their life like I had almost done.
I got in contact with eleven youths that where like-minded and together, in a space of four years, we have been able to achieve massive results that have placed us before the high and mighty in the society and earned us the respect of our peers and private label false lashes alike.
Now, in the course of discharging my legal duties as a project coordinator for a reality show event I was supposed to anchor on campus, I went for site survey with four of my team members at the permanent site of the university of Abuja which was chosen as venue for the much talked about private label false lashes.
Like every other student, we boarded the school shuttle and began our slow journey to the main campus. For over four years now, I haven’t had reason to use the school shuttle and as such I was ignorant of the ways of the ‘shuttle benders’ as I call students who always rushed towards moving shuttles with the intentions of scaling through the open windows to gain entrance, so I wasn’t prepared for the event that occurred next.
On getting to the usual drop point, the bus driver stopped for passengers to alight and everybody started rushing to come down as students on the ground waiting for shuttle to ferry them back to the mini campus where surging forward like a herd of buffaloes. As I tried to come down from the vehicle quickly as well, the driver moved and I fell into the surging crowd who pushed me to the ground. I fell with a thud, and in the way of an oncoming shuttle whose driver failed to see me and subsequently climbed my lower region with its four Big tires. I passed out. When I came to, sharp pains shot through my brain, I looked around and saw students trying to rush me to the school clinic, in pains, I kept shouting ‘, My phone… when I got to the school clinic where I was administered first aid and then taken in an ambulance to the hospital for further examination, meanwhile, the precamping was just a day away and here I was, crippled again on another leg, in the same location I had the first v…
Let me point out that in the course of trying to rush me to the school clinic, some ill minded students took the opportunity to loot my phones, folders, wallets and whatever cash I had on me which is quite unfortunate. Here I was, fighting for a society that will be rid of poverty oriented youngsters and in my time of dire need, they still took advantage and stole from me. It was painful, more painful than the pain I felt from the wounds I secured.
Again, everybody expected that by the impact of the force exerted by the huge tires on my legs, my bones should be shattered but God was at work again… my bones where intact, somehow my tiny legs withstood whatever force the tires had and remained intact, no broken bones, just flesh wound and some swelling. When the accident was recounted to the pretty doctor that handled my case, she was dumb founded, she told me that My Mother must be praying for me daily that it was only grace that could have saved me this way.
I left the hospital late in the evening same day and headed home to commence preparations for the much anticipate event on campus. Regardless of my private label false lashes, and against all odds set up by some dream killers, the precamping must hold.
SO early in the morning the next day, I packed my camp bags and marched with the aid of a walking stick into the jungle with the rest of the campers…
Thanks be to God, the precamping was a huge success, massive turnout, maximum fun and adrenalin and I broke record… I became the first guy with an injury to reach the top of the famous Adelabu Mountain at a record time of 35minutes.