The Beauty of Death – A Poem

From an unseen womb
to an unknown tomb.
Life happens in diverse phases.
We love life and hate death
because we hold life as an adorable lie
and see death as a horrible truth.
Yet, death is not the opposite of life,
but the opportunity to live again.
Death is not a debt we pay,
It is a gift – the medal for mortality.
Death can be beautiful,
it is the passport to eternity.
Death can be fruitful,
a buried seed births fresh fruits.
Death is a means of transformation.
It is a necessary ending that births
mysterious new beginnings.
We don’t have one life to live,
we are born again every day.
We don’t have one death to die,
we rise out of the ashes every morn.
A new life sprouts at dawn
and death births the afterlife.
Death is bliss, death is a blessing,
death is fragrant, death is freedom.
© Adeleke Adeite

Thank you for reading. Kindly share your opinion in the comment section.

What’s your description of death? Do you believe that we should live as though today is our last day on earth?

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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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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Happy weekend to you all.

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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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. ❤❤❤🤗🤗

Twitter Ban: Fraternizing a Forlorn Fate – A Poem

The Nigerian government has indefinitely suspended Twitter two days after the social media giant removed a post by the nation’s president, Muhammadu Buhari.

The news of the ban was greeted with baseless banters and slight outrage with a touch of social media ‘cruise’. This has left many people wondering if this nation still the giant of Africa or the groaning ant of Africa.

I wonder if this generation is still a ‘woke’ generation or a joke. Are we not seeing the signs of a impending implosion or we just want to remain indifferent in the face of wordless violence from the people in power?

In my pain, I wrote this, hoping that we will wake up and tame the looming disaster.

Voices of reason are now in chains,
freedom floats in the pool of pains.
This social theatrics is beyond tragic,
banning Twitter is beyond comic.
Hell set this fire with fragrant smoke
it seems like a joke but will finally choke.
Evil men are seriously strategizing
simpletons are smiling and slumbering.
When injustice invades your oasis,
it comes with a consignment of crisis.
Hope shrinks when you have no voice,
justice sinks when you have no choice.
How far is too far for bleeding stars?
wounded soldiers with medals of scars,
how long will you sit still in your shackles?
how long will you accept tricky tackles?
Wake up before it’s too late,
stop fraternising this forlorn fate.
March against the forces of darkness,
speak up before they make you voiceless,
let the sounds of deliverance reverberate,
The time is now, let light and hope escalate
© Adeleke Adeite

What’s your take on this?

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

The Uniqueness of You – A Poem

You are not a biological accident,
there’s a purpose for your existence.
None of us is a superficial experiment,
everything about us brews excellence.

More than a bag of flesh, blood and bones,
there is a drop of divinity in your heart.
Never to be traded like gemstones,
you are God’s priceless work of art.

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The true reflection of your beauty
is the smile you put on someone’s face.
The true measure of your prosperity
is how you make the world a better place.

You’re here to happen, don’t just occupy space,
dare to spread love in all spheres…
Your life is garnished with great grace,
use your allure to shift atmospheres.

You are designed to demystify divinity,
live humbly and make God proud.
You are made to amplify humanity,
live cheerfully and love out loud.

Death is not life’s greatest tragedy,
but a life lived with its true purpose.
To feature in life’s greatest tragicomedy
is to live pursuing another man’s purpose.

No one is better or worse than you,
your deftness and defects divinely align.
Appreciate the uniqueness of you,
everything about you is God’s design.
© Adeleke Adeite

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I believe that everyone is born for a purpose and we all dispense different flavours and colours of divinity. Have you figured out your flavour? What makes you unique? Please share in the comment section.

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?