Unashamed – A Poem

Dear friend,

No matter how far you have gone,
No matter the wrongs you’ve done
God’s love for you is great and excess
He is still merciful in your weakness.

He is running after you with His grace
He will accept you with a warm embrace,
Come back home just the way you are
God’s love is mighty to heal every scar.

No sin is too big for God to forgive
Jesus died to free every captive,
His blood has cleansed every stain
His power has broken every chain.

Come lay down the burdens of sin
Come and be cleansed from within
Come receive power to win every fight
Come into this kingdom of love and light.

Come boldly to the throne of God,
and be washed in His cleansing flood.
Come to the field of loved untamed,
Come live free, lifted and unashamed.

Copyright Adeleke Adeite

My Secret Place – A Poem

Come explore my secret place
and I’ll show you my scars,
flaming letters written, signed
and sealed with teardrops.

Journey with me into the night
and I will be your sunshine
redeeming the times with rays
of hope, faith and love.

I’m a soldier seeking no safe space,
this bleeding body is holy ground,
this sanctuary is a battlefield,
I offer sweet worship in warships.

This life can’t be taken, it’s eternal,
in the crushing, I become new wine,
in the burning, I become pure gold,
and in death, I turn grave to a garden.

I am lustrous light, sacred salt,
dispensing divine flavour and colours.
I’m the type of sun that burns to shine,
brewing healing and hope in oceans deep.

So come explore my secret place
and I’ll show you my scars,
the sacred tapestry of my victories
in the valley of pernicious shadows.
Copyright © Adeleke Adeite

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7 WAYS TO CULTIVATE CREATIVITY

1. Dare to be different.

Uniquiness is the fragrance of creativity. One of the ways to steal people’s heart is to stimulate their senses with something spectacular.

2. Take calculated risks

The fear of failure triggers mediocrity. Failure is not the opposite of success, it is one of the main ingredients of success. Don’t be afraid to fail, learn from your mistakes and create masterpieces out of messy pieces. It is risky not to take risk.


3. Plan, Prepare and Practice.

Dream big, start small and pursue excellence. Every tall tree is a product of a small seed that was planted and nurtured over time. Don’t focus on the green grass on the other side. Your grace will get greener when you water the ground with faith, patience and diligence.

4. Brainstorm ideas.

Train your brain to capture possibilities. The most beautiful things in the world are products of creative imaginations. While some men see trees as firewood, some see trees as beautiful furnitures. It takes a creative mind to transform trash to treasure.

5. Challenge yourself

You are a product of possibilities, designed to be ingenious and impactful. However, you can only produce results when you move from comfort zone to growth zone. Creativity requires taking up challenges, making hard choices and effecting drastic changes. Our world is driven on the wheels of change, and change is born when challenges marry good decisions.

6. Set smart goals.

Work with a sense of purpose and priority. A purposeless life is a meaningless life. Innovation requires intentionality. Have a crystal clear purpose for the product you desire to create. Your vision gives more value to your creative abilities. Write down your vision and let it be your driving force always

7. Explore new territories.

Learn from other people’s experiences and tap from their expertise but desire to be a pacesetter. There is nothing new under the sun, but there are newer, better and smarter versions of existing things. Have a mentor but carve a unique niche. Having a coach should not stop you from having a different approach.

© Adeleke Adeite

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As Simple as ABC

One of the easiest lies to tell is “I AM FINE.” A lot of people have this statement as an autoresponder whenever they are asked how they are doing. Some folks try hard to hide their pains because they are tired of being a burden to their friends and family.

Right now you could be working with someone who has lost everything and trying hard not to lose hope. Watch your actions and reactions around them.
Be sensitive.

Right now, you could be standing next to someone who is broke and broken yet trying hard not to become complete wreckage. Whatever you do, do it with compassion.
Be considerate.

Right now, you could be driving beside someone, who is dealing with secret storms yet trying hard not to give up. Whatever you do, do it with tolerance.
Be patient.

This hour, you could be sitting next to someone who doing their best not to drown in the ocean of depression. Whatever you say, say it with kindness.
Be compassionate.

Today, you could be waiting in line behind someone striving to heal from a terrible heartbreak or dealing with the grief of losing a loved one. Whatever you say, say it with love
Be empathetic.

Speak the language of love and light over everyone. Let peace and patience guide your activities and interactions. Everyone is at different levels of life, fighting different devils.

We don’t know what someone is struggling with, we don’t know how close they are to giving up completely. Hence, we need to look at everyone through the lens of tolerance and kindness.

We sometimes need to pay attention to the plight of others and do all we can to dispense hope, healing and happiness to them.
You don’t know how much a simple compliment, a hug, a smile or an encouraging text would do to help someone recover from a life-threatening experience.

Spread kindness everywhere, be an anchor to sinking souls.
Dispense compliments generously, be a fountain of healing to thirsty souls.

Love out loud, be a blissful balm to bleeding souls around you.

Be generous with hugs, they have healing powers.
Sprinkle sweet smiles intentionally, they are communicable.

In a world where you can be anything, choose to be affectionate, blissful and cheerful. I think that’s as simple as ABC.

© Adeleke Adeite

Love Won’t Let Me Breathe – A Poem

I have poured out my heart
on several stages and pages
but love won’t let me be,
it never departs or diminishes.

I have bailed my heart from the
bars and battles of passions
but love won’t set me free,
It holds me tight with delight.

I sometimes choose to lose,
refusing to wake up and show up
but love won’t let me fail,
it nullifies my flaws to qualify me.

I sometimes give my heart away
to be crushed on thorny altars
but love won’t let me bleed,
it seals and heals me eternally.

My heart has been poisoned
with sweet lies and deadly truths,
but love won’t let me die,
it detoxifies and fortifies me.

Whenever I choose to live out loud,
faking happiness and flaring hope,
love won’t let me breathe,
it buries me till joy blooms again.
© Adeleke Adeite

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An Open Letter to My Father

Dear Dad,

I write this letter with mixed feelings – the feeling of being loved from an unsafe distance and the feeling of being abandoned in darkness to die. I have finally found the courage to turn my pains into poetry, using the teardrops from my bleeding heart to graciously paint the portrait of a father I wanted but couldn’t find in you.

Life has been a medley of flood and flames, I have had my fair share of sunny days – days I wished my father would be a patch of shade in the scourging sun.
I have also had my fair share of rainy days – days, when I felt the saltiness of my teardrops mix with the coldness of raindrops to give me the kind of fever only a father’s love can cure.

Life is nothing but a potpourri of ups and downs, and as a thirty-five years old man, I have had many up moments when fears and frustration were high. I have witnessed many down moments when funds and faith were outrageously low.

These moments left me with the scars of bad decisions and indecisions. I wished your words were a lamp to my feet and the light to my way when the fragrant fires of life lured me into avoidable affliction.

Like a lone tree on a highway, at my prime, when fruits were fresh and my leaves were flourishing, many wayfarers threw stones and pebbles at me, and I wished your words were a shield in which I could take refuge. When drought stole the grace of my existence, I wished your love would cascade with bliss to revive my dying soul.

Maybe I was too focused on you for nourishment, and so it was easy to blame you for my starvation. I was pointlessly waiting on you to free me, thinking that you are not the rock of my salvation. Over and over again, you didn’t show up when I needed you the most, and this messed up my mind.

The things you didn’t say were louder than the things you said. I still feel the echoes of your silence piercing through the fabrics of my tender heart.
The things you didn’t do were more forgivable than the things you did. I was expecting you to fill a vacuum no mortal man can fill.

I kept drowning in the ocean of negative emotions, my heart broke into a million messy pieces yet you couldn’t hear the sound of my heart crashing, because you were too far to feel the pulse of my pain and see the tapestry of my troubles. 

All these years, I wished I could have a real conversation with you to tell you my story, I wanted you to see how emotional neglect brews streams of sorrow, tears and blood. But maybe I was too childish to see things from your perspective.

Maybe there was more to what I saw. Maybe you are a bleeding man with a broken spirit, maybe you lived a more terrible tale than mine, maybe you are bred from a cycle of emotional neglect, maybe we are all shattered souls from a bleeding bloodline. Maybe I was raised for such a time as this to break that cycle of struggles and introduce Jesus Christ the Cornerstone and my Anchor to the ground. The one who was sent to connect all dying men to the healing bloodline –  our eternal ancestry.

This letter would be incomplete if I do not tell you everything that happened in your absence. How Christ picked me up from the pit of perdition, washed me in the stream of salvation and clothed me with the robe of redemption which He bought with His precious blood on Calvary’s tree.

He reconnected me to my real Father and nullified the negativity that your absence brought into my life. In Him, I discovered my true identity as a son of God and reclaimed my dignity as a royal priest.

He revealed my truth to me and this changed everything. Now I know that before I was formed in my mother’s womb, God knew. He made me in His image and likeness to proclaim the wonders of His love and light. I am king bred from a chosen generation and a holy nation.
I am not just another baggage of blunders but a mortal masterpiece, God’s precious work of art – blood type: humanity, DNA: divinity.

My intention is not to make you regret your past errors or feel sad for the painful memories that time cannot heal. I am glad that your absence led me into God’s precious presence. My hunger for a father’s love led me into His warm embrace, and now in my heart, God has a permanent place.

I am no longer the same, I no longer live in the valley of shame. I am a mobile miracle, a walking wonder and a slice of paradise, just like heaven on earth – God lives and reigns in my heart.

If God gives me my own children someday, I hope to represent the Heavenly father better than you did. I pray that I will wield the wisdom of God and the help of the Holy Spirit to be vitally connected to my children in ways that will make God proud.

This is not to say that you are not worthy of appreciation. Even the best of fathers cannot fill the God-shaped hole in every child’s heart. So you see why some children struggle to accept the love of God, hoping that He is not the unseen version of the imperfect fathers on earth, some of whom have badly represented God in words and deeds. 

I must say that it took some defining moments for me to acknowledge that God is the perfect portrait of fatherhood. The One true father that every father on earth longs to be like even at their weakest. This understanding has brought me to a point where I can genuinely say that I am no longer bitter, and from the depth of my heart, I forgive you, I honour you and love you, dear father.

Happy father’s day.
© Adeleke Adeite

Many verses ,one universe.

The brightest atmosphere is the one with different specks of sparkles,daylight and twilight cascading diversity.Autumn and winter, spring and summer,exquisite expression of nature’s multiplicity.Nightwalkers and daydreamers, go-getters and sweet talkers,exceptional energies expressed differently. All men relish the rarity of the rainbow,It epitomises the splendour of diversity,with different shades of grace and glamoursuspended in grey and […]

Many verses ,one universe.