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.

Tapestry of Testimonials #1

Self-esteem, also known as self-worth, is the impression people have of themselves. The feeling of being valuable and liked. Your self-esteem involves a variety of notions about yourself, such as your appearance, your emotions and how you measure your achievements or failures.

Over the years, I have had seasons when I doubted my worth. Days when I feel unloved and unworthy of life. In some of these moments, by divine providence, some of my friends send nice notes to me in the form of testimonials, quotes, poems or compliments. This helps me to connect to my core and also realise that I am not as worthless as I feel in my darkest hours.

I will be sharing some of these testimonials in my new blog series ‘Tapestry of Testimonials’. Enjoy these beautiful pieces written by my amazing sister and friend from the Philippines, Alerma Grace. We met on Yourquote.in and grew to become best friend’s. I call her my Sweet Sister Bear (SSB)

17th October 2020
20th October2020
25th October 2020
17th November, 2020

How do you deal with low self-esteem? Do you think validation from others helps to boost self-esteem?

Addicted To Love and Light – A Poem

My smile is lit, but you’re far away
How can you relish this fragrant face?
My soul is sweet, it keeps pain at bay
Don’t you crave this priceless place?

The night is dark, the stars are singing,
listen to the symphony of light,
At dawn, my soul will still be clinging
to the peak of infinite delight.

Let me be your ocean and oasis,
plunge your pains and arise with grace.
Sweet cascades of calmness in crisis
await you in my warm embrace.

Drop all the distress life once inflicted,
pick this new page, pen a sweet story.
To my love and light be addicted,
storm this stage with sounds of victory.
© Adeleke Adeite

Sprinkling some smiles for my 400 + family on WordPress

Has anyone smiled at you lately? How have you been? Is there something you want me to pray with you about? Share in the comment section or contact me via email: adelekeadeite@gmail.com

I love you all ❤❤

Trading Tears and Facing Fears

When our hearts are filled with tears
and our spirits stifled with guilt and fears.
God is always there to see us through;
His peace and love are timeless and true.

When bright days get dark and deary
and we seem to get weak and weary;
God is always ready to see us through,
His grace and light are limitless and true.

When sin and sorrow sting our souls,
and blunders make us blind to our goals.
God is always there to see us through;
His mercies are matchless and true.

When it’s hard to stand and understand
why life sometimes feels like quicksand
God is always there to see us through,
His strength in us priceless and true.

Trade your tears and face your fears
God loves, sees, knows and hears…
Go borrow vessels, not a few
God’s provision is matchless and true

Arise and look within, God lives in you,
Even if You can’t feel it, He stands by you.
No matter what like takes you through,
God’s promises are timely and true.

© Adeleke Adeite

Hey friends, thank you for reading this. I’ve been feeling low for quite some time now, I found strength in the promises of God and His power to perform every promise.

What do you draw strength from whenever you feel lost, limited and lonely?

My Sweet Friend – A Poem

Who taught my weary soul to smile,
and helps me go the extra mile
whose arms of love make me agile?
My sweet friend.

Who gives me pleasure in my pains,
and holds my hands in tough terrains
till I harvest sweet golden grains?
My sweet friend.

Who never leaves me in distress,
and always lifts me out of stress
who always sows seeds of kindness?
My sweet friend.

Never will I this gem deny!
whether I fall, fumble or fly,
our lovely bond will never die.
My sweet friend.

Under the sun and in the rain,
in fiery furnace and fountains
our love will rise, radiate and reign.
My sweet friend.

I love converting happiness and hurts to hymns, I love turning pain and pleasure into poetry. Today, I decided to turn the tales in my head into tributes, eulogizing every sweet soul that has been a blessing to me. Thanks to all my sweet friends and family.
© Adeleke Adeite

Do you have sweet friends? How do they make you feel?

The Sides and Sizes of Success

Have you ever felt depressed after viewing videos and different photos on social media? Have you ever wondered why every other person seems to be doing better than you because of the things they post online? Do you see yourself as the last and the least among your peers based on your current struggles and status?

You are not alone, many of us are on this table.

However, the truth is, some of us have failed to realise that success is not always about growing faster and bigger, it is sometimes about growing deeper and stronger.
Most deeply-rooted plants do not bear fruits rapidly, but they grow stronger, last longer and eventually produce more fruits than shallow-rooted plants.

Don’t feel worthless because you are not producing the kind of results others are producing. Not every form of growth is noticeable. Celebrate your small wins. Your little effort may not attract great ovation and accolades. Take solace in the fact that God’s approval is more important than men’s applause.

Don’t be jealous of the greener grass on the other side, focus on your field, water your ground with pride and engage grace for sustainable growth. Don’t get depressed by the growth and greatness of others, celebrate them and build up faith for your rising.

Rising first or rising fast cannot be compared to rising fully and remaining fruitful. Don’t rush the process, don’t ignore the principles. Success happens in stages and cycles.

Keep developing and deploying your gifts, don’t be pressured by the progress of others. Comparing yourself to others based on their result is an insult to the investment of God in your life. We are all wired to win. Celebrate those who are winning.

Identify your grace, find your pace, occupy your space and run your race. You are not created to be better than anyone, God created you to be the best version of yourself.

No one is doing better than you. You are designed to be different. You are destined to make a difference. Your difference is your shade of excellence. Everyone has enough space and grace to win.

The fact that your growth is not striking
does not mean you are stagnant.
The fact that your belly is not protruding
doesn’t mean you aren’t pregnant.
Success has different expressions
and dimensions. You are pregnant with grace and greatness.

You are not lost or left behind. Focus on what God is doing within you, and not on the things happening around you.

Don’t settle too soon, keep grinding. Don’t settle too small, keep growing.

Thank you for reading. I believe that this article has blessed you, kindly share it with your friends and family. Save a soul (smiles). Do well to drop a comment too. You know I love feedback. 🥂🥂🥂❤❤

© Adeleke Adeite

7th Blog Anniversary

Having been so busy lately, I couldn’t publish a blog post to celebrate my seventh blog anniversary on the 1st of March.

Time has flown and I still can’t believe it’s been seven years of pouring out my heart to generate international influence. It’s all because of my loyal and loving family (followers) who are simply the sweetest. I thought of doing something spectacular and so I will be sharing 7 things you don’t know about me. I’m not a mystery guy, so let me share my history with you all.

Growing up.

I was born on the 29th of August 1986 into a polygamous family in Lagos, Nigeria. I believe that my name, Adeleke is God’s greatest gift to me through my parents. Adeleke is a royal name which means ‘The crown triumphs’. I was born into battle, and I needed a prophetic assurance that I am wired to always win. My parents separated shortly after I was born. I was raised by my mom who was a devoted Christian and disciplinarian. She raised me and my siblings to be contented and steadfast in our quest for success. 

I had to peddle goods with my siblings till I was 16. However, amid the hustle and bustle, I created time to read books and write articles.

Writing journey.

I started writing at age 10, but I wrote my first poem at 17 and it’s titled ‘Hope For Tomorrow’. In 2005, I started publishing my poems online despite my limited access to the internet at that time. My resilience paid off as I received my first international poetry award on poetrysoup.com in 2008. I have written over 10 songs and 8 has been produced by both locally and internationally.

I get all my support and encouragement from divine connections outside my family. I believe that my family find it hard to encourage me because they believe that I should focus my mental energy on a financially regarding venture. I was discouraged by their actions and apathy even after I won 30 USD for my fourth place win in the Poetrysoup international poetry contest in 2008.

Publishing my first book was a major miracle, God gave me vital connections that made me realise that family is more about bond and affection, and not blood-connection. God blessed me with a community that gave me all the necessary support to publish Whispers of Winners during the total lockdown in 2020. I draw strength to keep writing from God, the voices in my head and the great community I belong to both online and offline. 

I am also surrounded by an amazing Church family who celebrates and appreciates my budding writing skill. 

Relationship:

My experiences while growing up made me comfortable with solitude. Loneliness was my closest friend until I started drowning in the ocean of depression at 18. However, a vital part of me is extremely open and friendly. I don’t keep a lot of friends but I try to be loyal and loving to the few folks I’m able to bond with.

I had my first girlfriend in 2009 when I was in my final year at university. The relationship lasted for about three years. It ended due to infidelity. For me, honesty and loyalty are sacrosanct, if they are lacking in a relationship, I’ll jump out of the ship. I had a few random relationships until 2018. 

In December 2018, I proposed marriage to a lady but we had to go separate ways because I was very impatient and she was extremely dishonest and disloyal. Since then, I’ve decided to stay single and celibate, and also use my time and talent to serve God and humanity. It’s not been an easy journey but it’s been rewarding and blissful.

What I do for fun.

I love seeing movies and hanging out with my closest friends.

My biggest fear/greatest goal.

Poverty.  I tasted real poverty while growing up and I dread it like the plague it is. I have dreams that are bigger than my brain and my budget and I want to generate the king of wealth that will make me have a transgenerational impact

I want to get millions of people around the world out of poverty and hunger; two things I suffered while growing up. I want to bring hope and help to those in need. I desire to make the world a better and happier place. 

My greatest achievement so far

I would say bagging MSc in Measurement and Evaluation is my greatest achievement so far. Not only because I sponsored myself with my meagre income at that time but because I sacrificed a lot with the help of God to achieve the kind of grade I desired. at was during my master’s degree program that I developed Ulcer. It’s worth the sacrifice. (Smiles)

My greatest regret:

I’m not sure I have regrets anymore. I’ve learned to leave my past errors0 where they belong and live my best life, right here right now. I regret nothing and worry about nothing.

Thank you for reading my anniversary blog post. Do well to get a copy of my book, Whispers of Winners here

Kindly suggest a theme you would love me to write about.

Every Woman is a Wonder

Every woman is a vibrant vessel.
A marvel the human mind cannot unravel.
Her heart is holy ground,
a world of warmth and worship,
and her body: a battleground
where bleeding is a blessing in disguise.
I’m in awe of all the pains and the storms
that a woman’s body can endure.
From period cramps to the pressure of pregnancy,
and the untold pains of childbirth.
Only a dead man will dare to assault this delicate dimension of divinity.
She is a tapestry of tenacity,
a symbol of strength and sweetness.
Her womb is an enigmatic empire
where nations and generations are nurtured
till they are fit to survive on planet earth.
Her breasts are a fountain of life,
the peaks of passion and nourishment.
She is everything a man is not,
and most times, she is everything a man has got.
Every woman is a wonder to behold,
a treasure that cannot be bought or sold.

Happy Women’s Day to all the amazing women in my life. I love you all.

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Declaration of Victory Day 63

The blessing of the Lord makes rich, and he adds no sorrow with it. Proverbs 10:22 Commit your work to the  Lord, and your plans will be established. Proverbs 16:3 Declare this I am wealthyI declare generational wealth into my lifeMy hands are empowered to gather true richesI am supernaturally blessed Get a free copy of  Whisper […]

Declaration of Victory Day 63