And finally, after conquering the devil's temptation of endless laziness, I drag myself to turn this mental piece into a published note. Please do read and enjoy.

Who flies my kite?
I watched with keen interest as the kite's sail flew so adorably high. It kept flying in organized admirable patterns moving up and down like a diamond in the sky. For a moment I stood aback to absorb the scene going on before me. I tell you, it was like straight out of a Hollywood ecstasy movie. The park beamed with nature as the happy faces spread all over. One of those places one wish to stay in forever. The scene of fathers cherishing every second with their joyous families, couples walking arm in arm, letting the love envelope the atmosphere in a warm embrace and toddlers crawling after whole and half broken toys was a natural. Even the insects seemed to be in perfect harmony with nature's happiness. Nothing seemed to be ostentatious. Again, my gaze lifted to the kites' sail as various colours of homemade kites flew at diverse heights to give the sky a colourful blend. Some kites were flown for less than an a minute before they came crashing down because the flyer encountered one distraction or the other. Without much efforts, I located the kite that earlier caught my attention. There it was, still up in the sky like a golden star. It kept flying in admirable patterns. The attractive flight of this kite distinct it from the hundreds of kites that stood as competitors making it easily noticeable. Of a truth, I couldn't help but wonder at the expertise of the kite flyer. I then decided to trace the kite to its flyer. Without much surprise, I watched as a young man held the tail of the kite as he pulled in deliberate patterns with determination to make his kite outstanding. The tens and hundreds of kites around were being flown by little kids. I sighed as the understanding permeated through my skull. Of course, it would have been a wonder had such a young man flown his kite in a manner that denotes incompetence. While he flew his kite with expertise, the others merely did otherwise.

Sometimes I like to see myself as the kite and in such moment wonder who flies me. As a kite, if my kite's sail must fly high above in adorable patterns to the admiration of others, then my tail must be firmly rooted in the palms of an expert. Still exploring down the excogitating lane, I wonder who is a greater expert than the maker of the kite. There are many factors which even struggle to hold one's tail.
However, for a safe and admirable flight high in the sky, I recommend God. He made the kite, he knows how best to fly it. The relevant life begins with a foundation firmly rooted in GOD. ‪#‎theRelevantLife‬


ADEBAYO, MARY TOLUWANI.