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

Thank you for visiting my blog again dear friends. ❤❤❤ Have you ever felt restrained by love? Kindly share your views and experiences in the comment section.

Happy weekend to you all.

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.

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Many verses ,one universe.

Portrait of Possibilities – A Poem

I choose to be a sacred sanctuary.
It does not matter
whether I am a cottage in a slum,
or a castle with a luxury lawn.
Whatever I am,
I will welcome divinity into myself
with arms open wide.
I want heaven’s glow to be evident,
as a signal glimpse of the bliss within me.

If my roof is thatched,
let it be the shadow of the Almighty.
If my tank is half full,
let its content be the water of life.
If all I have left is five loaves of bread,
let it be blessed by Jireh.
I want to hungry, thirsty and desperate
for more of God’s love, light and life.

I want to shine with shalom
when my heart quakes with cares
or when the rod of life breaks my passion
that I silently crash
into a million broken pieces.
A million messy pieces, a million scars
proclaiming God’s mercies
every morning.

I want to lie down in green pastures,
and make God’s promises the pillows
on which I lay my hurting head.
When my thoughts are nothing
but a colourful crown of thorns
that fuels grief and starves my faith,
I will hold them with hope,
and nurture them with truth,
until they evolve into a wreath –
a diadem of grace around my head.

I will not plunge into the pool of self-pity,
panic and pressure.
With joy, I will draw water from the well
of hope and salvation.
Whether the day is dark
or the twilight stars sleep in despair.
God is in this temple, heaven is here.
there is light in tunnels and dark alleys,
there is joy in the valley of shadows.

I am a portrait of possibilities,
I am here to happen, and made to manifest.
I am salt, I am lustrous light,
I am God’s sanctuary.
I am enough.

© Adeleke Adeite

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)

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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?

I Am Enough

I was sauntering,
desperately searching for perfection,
I got broken while passionately trying
to fix this perpetual puzzle.
Who said there is a missing piece?
Who said I need some unravelling?
I wish I had known that I am enough
and everything I crave is within me.

Struggling to prove my worth,
I became blind to my uniqueness.
Some said a facelift is all I needed
to finally find and deploy my gift.
Who said I am broken beyond fixing?
Who said I need to be flawless?
I wish I had known that I am enough
and everything I crave is within me

Craving for validation,
I became a slave to conditional love
starved of authentic attention
till I became bereft of inner bliss.
Now I filter people’s opinion about me
with the lens of pure love and light.
I wish I had known that I am enough
and everything I crave is within me.

With the stars I now see within me
never would I be defined by my scars.
I am weak but not worthless,
even if I’m bleeding, I’m still a blessing.
With wisdom, I will fix the fixable,
I won’t mess it all to mend some.
I wish I had known that I am enough
and everything I crave is within me.
© Adeleke Adeite

Hey friends, I trust you are doing great. I have been ill for a while but I’m taking medications and praying to recover soon. How are you all doing?

Kindly share in the comment section how you handle negative opinions and undue pressure from others. I look forward to reading your comments. ❤❤❤🤗🤗

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 ❤❤

Every Heart Has Its Passion

Every book has its author
Every vessel has its anchor
Every soul has its substance
Every flower has its fragrance.

Every face has its beauty
Every race has its dignity
Every soul has its language,
Every messenger has his message.

Every sunrise has its brightness
Every sunset has its darkness
Every honey has its sweetness
Every mortal has its weakness.

Every emotion has its motion
Every detention has its tension
Every heart has its art
Every structure has its part

Every ocean has its billow
Every fountain has its flow
Every sky has its colour
Every spice has its flavour.

Every society has its culture,
every creature has its nature
Every reality has its reason
Every plant has its season

Every King has his kingdom,
Every sage has his wisdom
Every mountain has its height
Every warrior has his might.

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Every scar has its injury
Every bar has its jury
Every malady has its remedy
Every error has its tragedy

Every religion has its ideology
Every device has its technology
Every bubble has its bend,
Every trend has its end.

Every trash can has its garbage
Every product has its package
Every furnace has its flame
Every object has its name.

Every business has its resource
Every resource has its source.
Every action has its reaction
Every attraction has its distraction.

Every mansion has its brick
Every magic has its trick
Every rainbow has its allure
Every spell has its cure.

Every shape has its dimension
Every talent has its expression
Every pursuit has its pain
Every pain has its gain

Every puzzle has its clue
Every currency has its value
Every victory has its price
Every defeat has its spice.

Every kingdom has its royalty
Every alliance has its loyalty
Every statement has its writer
Every battle has its fighter.

Every lightning has its thunder
Every masterpiece has its blunder
Every comfort has its zone
Every crown has its throne

Every heart has its passion
Every soul has its mission
Every blade has its edge
Every brain has its knowledge.
©Adeleke Adeite

What’s your favourite line? Feel free to drop a line in the comment section. Kindly share with your friends too