A Letter To My Crush

Dear crush, it seems we have been avoiding deep conversations since we started catching feelings for each other. There are a lot of things I wished I could say to you directly but I am afraid that you will cut off this beautiful bond between us.

So, I am breaking this silence with my keypad and notepad, attempting to tell you that I love you, and my love for you is pure and perfect – a slice of paradise.

However, there are things I may do or say that will hurt you temporarily, and there are things I may refuse to do or say that will make you doubt my love for you.

I am an imperfect man on a quest for perfection and full resurrection, yes resurrection.

My heart was broken, burned and buried by some of the ‘friends’ that occupied it in the past

I have lost touch with the reality of romance because the fragrance of my heart was polluted with the flame of falsehood, betrayal and deception.

I have loved the wrong people the right way and loved the right people the wrong way because my emotions were bereft of purity and godly purposes.

My love was blind because it lacked the Light of God. My love was dead because it lacked the life of Christ. I was looking for love in the wrong places – filling the God-shaped hole in my heart with the pleasures of this world.

All my previous displays of affection were born out of a distasteful desire – to fulfil the lust of the flesh. Although I tried to do what was right, but I was on the wrong side of morality and far from divinity.

At a point in time, depression began to set in, I drowned deeply in the ocean of frustration. While jumping from one random relationship to another, I found myself in the valley of the shadow of death, but the love of God was reckless, excess and limitess enough to find me.

God came running after me to rescue me. He lighted up every shadow, and whispered to me, “Dear son, death is swallowed up in victory”.
He transported me from the valley of the shadow of death to the mountain of the rainbow of life.

God added flavour and colour to my life, and now I can boldly say that I am salt and light to my world. I was rescued for such a time as this and ransomed for a treasure like you.

Dear crush, I am growing and healing fast, and I am trying not to go back to the pit God pulled me from and the sins He saved me from.

So, I may not say all the things you want me to say or do all you want me to do but I can guarantee you that if you allow God’s love to find expression in your heart and our friendship, we will do life together and love each other as Christ loved the church…

In the meantime, let’s flow in faith, fun and friendship. I hope this is not as complicated as you thought it would be.

– Adeleke Adeite

What’s your take-home from this piece? Share your views in the comment section. Thank you.

Love, Lines and Landmarks

I have never been this emotional while writing a piece. It’s been 7 years of sweet moments and memories as a blogger. Yaaaaay! It’s also my first time of making a special post to celebrate the sweet souls who make WordPress a sanctuary of sort for me.

I have shared how rough and tough 2020 was for me; how I was hopeless, helpless and homeless for months, but I must say that the amazing family and friends I met here made me sail through that stormy season without drowning in depression.

During my downtime, I read a lot of inspiring and uplifting pieces that made me discover the beauty and blessings of adversity. It’s comforting to know that someone is here to read my teardrops in word.

I started 2020 with over 100 followers but now, my WordPress family has gotten bigger and stronger.

With every notification of a new follower I get, I see an amazing being with distinct skills, expertise, experiences, ideas and viewpoints, having something valuable to lend and learn. This is not about having stats and figures to flaunt, but a family to do life with.

I started blogging to share my heart and art with others, to inspire and encourage them. I never knew that it’s going to be a safe space that will give me solace, succour and strength someday.

I’m grateful to you all for being a part of my blogging journey so far, especially those who gave me their shoulder to lean on. I’m grateful for every single like, comment, share and reblog. I feel encouraged by your engagements with my blog and every single post.

This platform has helped me to achieve the following:

Be a blessing to people through written and spoken words.

Connect with fantastic people from different countries and co-write articles with great minds.

Be a better writer, content creator and communicator.

Share of the wisdom, wonders and wealth of fellow bloggers through their contents.

Thank you all once again for your engagements and encouragement. As my way of celebrating you all, I am giving out a free copy of my new book Whispers of Winners (Daily Edition) to all my friends. Download it here.

Feel free to share your thoughts about my blog in the comment sections. Cheers to many more love, lines and landmarks. Thank you.

From Grave to Garden – My 2020 Story

I thought I was going to die after losing all my savings to a fraudster on the 18th of September, 2020. It seems everyone learnt something the hard way this year.

After this incident, I became broken, bitter, hopeless, and homeless. It was the beginning of a draining and devastating wilderness journey. It felt as if all the forces of life was against me. I couldn’t feel myself for weeks.

I have always believed that rock bottom is a place of recovery and discovery, but I must confess that it’s hard to focus when one is going through the flood and flames of life. I began to look for ways to get justice.

I disconnected myself from almost everyone; I couldn’t bear the pain of explaining how stupid I was to my friends. The most devastating part of it was that, eighty percent of those I shared my pain with couldn’t help, some even acted like they don’t care.

It was then that God caught my attention and started speaking to me. The most assuring word He gave me was, “You were not defrauded; you were delivered.”
Well, I had no other option than to trust the only One who never left me in that stormy season.

My hope of getting justice quickly was dashed as the court where the case was to be heard got burnt during the EndSars protest in Nigeria. I became more devastated and had to take leave from work.


After a while, I started studying the Bible more and spent more time in prayers. Then I began to discover the power of faith backed up with the spoken word. I was inspired to start speaking ‘restoration with compensation’ into existence. After a while, I got approached by the superior of the agent that defrauded me. They decided to have an out-of-court settlement.

On the 18th of December, 2020, exactly three months after I was defrauded, I got my money back. God is faithful, and yes, He hears the whispers of winners!
I know a lot of people may have suffered some form of loss/defeat, and trusting God for recovery and victory.

After the traumatic experience, I was inspired to write a book of daily declaration of victory, Whispers of Winners (Daily edition). This book is inspired by God, and I believe that it will help every user to maximize the power of the spoken word. It is not just a compilation of positive declarations, but a faith-booster for unlimited victory.

Words are powerful tools for complete and permanent victory. However, words are powerless without faith! Faith gives our words wings to fly.


Faith brings confirmations out of affirmations
Faith brings precious possessions out of confessions
Faith helps us to take delivery of our declarations
Faith brings evidence out of expectations
Faith is the magnet of supernatural manifestation.


As you use this book, speak with faith in your heart and pay attention to the divine signals and triggers, God will give you specific instructions, write them down and take prompt action. I trust that this book will be your visa to unending victory in Jesus name.

Follow Whispers of Winners on Twitter, Facebook and Instagram, as my team will be sharing daily affirmations every day. Also, special monthly declarations will be live on Anchor Fm.

Happy new year to you all. Thank you for being a great part of my blog this year. Kindly share my new book with your friends. Thank you.

Half-full or Half-empty

2020 started with high hopes and beautiful dreams, we all couldn’t wait to achieve our Vision2020.

Then Covid came, and it crushed the beautiful plans and projections of many folks. Widespread protest shootings and lootings disrupted many dreams; not forgetting the total lockdown and how it locked down many businesses.

This year has been different strokes for different folks but, no matter what life has thrown at you, there is a reason to be grateful for life.

Stop swimming in sorrow when happiness is free; pay attention to the blessings within you, the beauty around you and the brighter days ahead of you.

Give thanks for the good days, when smiles and sweetness flood your soul.
When great testimonies and songs of praises fill your mouth.

Give thanks for the hard days, when troubles and trials tear your heart apart. When it’s hard to wake up and you feel like giving up the fight.

Give thanks for friends and family, for fathers, mothers, sons and daughters,  everyone that reminds you that love is all that matters.

Give thanks for foes and frienemies, those who hate and hurt you for known and unknown reasons; because the stones they throw at you are your stepping stones to greater heights.

Give thanks for daily benefits, for weekly bonuses and monthly incomes. Be grateful for the businesses and career that put food on your table.

Give thanks for the heartbreaking emails and the painful loses. Be grateful for the pay cut and unpaid debts; knowing that every closed door is a redirection to bigger and better possibilities.

Give thanks for the raindrops falling from the skies, and for the teardrops falling from your eyes. Knowing that your secret storms and the fiery furnace of life are blessings in disguise.

Give thanks for every weakness and brokenness that makes you run to God for help, and for every fear and frustration that makes you fall on your knees to pray.

Give thanks, for God, is your strength and your salvation, the One who gives you rest and restoration, Be grateful for His redemption and revelation, and how He delivered your soul from destruction.

Give thanks, that despite the pandemic and the pain ravaging our world, God has been your sanitizer. His blood is the greatest vaccine that killed every virus on the cross of Calvary.

Give thanks for everything that came against you to steal your joy and peace, for they remind you that God is the prince of peace.

Give thanks for the valley of the shadow of death, and for the tunnels that remind you that God is with you, as a mighty and merciful One who will never leave nor forsake you.

Give thanks, for all things bright and beautiful, and for everything that made you sad and sorrowful, knowing fully well,  that all things work together for good to them that love the Lord, who are called according to His purpose.

Give thanks, because you still have greater victories to win, bigger territories to take, better stories to write and more mountains to conquer. I know the journey is tough and you are thirsty, but whether your cup is half-full or half-empty, be grateful that you cup that’s not empty. Drink what you have and be joyful.

Give thanks to the Lord, always, and again I say, give thanks.
Thank you.

Hey friends, I believe that you’ve been inspired to be grateful. Share three things you are grateful for in the comment section. Thank you for reading.

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Born to Bloom

They buried us in unmarked graves,
We turned the graves into gardens.
We are not dead slaves
but sacred seeds buried to bloom.

We were thrown into the fire
but we came out with sparkles.
We are not a complete wreckage
but nascent gems with crinkles.

We were pressed and crushed,
we bled and became exotic wine.
Painful processes we endure
knowing that we were born to bloom.

A lot of things seem to have drained life out of many people this year: pandemic, protests, politics, police brutality, loses, looting, lockdown, mental health challenges, fear of failure, fear of success and other strange storms that featured in this movie called 2020.

I have a feeling that a lot of people have given up on the year already. However, there is another group of people who believe that 2020 is their year of boom, bloom, bliss and boon. My friends, no matter how the year has been, I want you to know that failure is not the opposite of success, it’s an opportunity to succeed. War is not the absence of peace but an avenue to attain victory.

Don’t allow fear and frustration deny you of the beauty and blessings within and around you. Dare to sing, smile and celebrate your small wins…

Relax, reflect, rejoice & raise your voice in appreciation, being alive is a big win. Happy new month!
© Adeleke Adeite

Thank you for taking the time to read this. Kindly share your views about this year in the comment section. What’s your biggest lesson and blessing in 2020?

Values and Vices – A Poem

One of the most expensive
veils in the world is ignorance.

One of the most destructive
vices in the world is arrogance.

One of the most powerful
values in the world is tolerance.

One of the most beautiful
virtues in the world is repentance.
© Adeleke Adeite

I started my poetry-picture tagged #4Pics1Poem a few weeks ago, and I am glad that it’s becoming a source of in inspiration and motivatiom to a lot of people. Let me know what you think about these.

You can also watch the video of this poem here on my youtube channel. Thank you.

A Man’s Mandate – A Poem

The future is female,
I wish we can all get there.
Some say “All men are scum”,
forgetting how we all got here.

Every man did feel
the warmth of an unseen womb,
the salinity of teardrops
and the terror of an unknown tomb.

Every man should feel
the substance of scarcity
and the pains of a pauper
in search of economic security.

Every man would feel
the eagerness to be a hero
in another man’s story
at the risk of dying in ground zero.

Every man could feel
the cold hands of duty
pulling him to insure and invest
in folks with whom he has no affinity.

If a man could choose
to heal the world and hurt his soul,
without batting an eyelid
this would be his greatest goal.

Not a scum, he is a son,
a seed nursed in alluring arms.
He is a father, uncle and brother
created to be charged by charms.
© Adeleke Adeite

Happy International Men’s day to all the good, great and graceful men out there.

I hope this poem inspires you to say something nice about the men in your life…

A Slice of Paradise – Poem

Your heart is a slice of paradise,
of course, I see stars in your eyes.
Your soul is a garden of grace,
it’s obvious in your warm embrace.
You’re a blend of bloom and bliss
a flawless flower I’ll forever kiss.
Help me unravel this contradiction,
stop inhabiting my imagination.

© Adeleke Adeite

Every lady with a beautiful heart is a slice of paradise. Share with all the slices of paradise you know…❤❤❤💕💕

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The Fist of Freedom

A people without a destination needs no direction,
they see every wave is a weapon of mass distraction.
When a country cannot maximize modernization,
cruel crimes will be its symbol of civilisation.

Soro soke” is our new national salutation,
Our society now craves socioeconomic sanitation.
Madmen in uniform requires total rehabilitation.
Arrogant ancestors in agbada should go into extinction.

When money becomes a man’s sole motivation,
timeless treasures become his timely temptation.
He uses brutality to build a faulty foundation
on which he constructs castles of corruption.

When rodents rule over a resourceful nation,
they ravage lives without fear of retribution.
In a bid to manipulate and win general elections;
they trade the fortune of the unborn generation.

It’s time to crush cocoons and form a coalition
to drive the change we desire with determination.
Police officers should enforce laws with caution.
Human rights should be given optimum attention.

Public office should not be a juicy junction
where the elite derive economic domination.
It’s time to speak up for our nation’s liberation
from the claws of cluelessness and corruption.

© Adeleke Adeite

Soro soke is a Yoruba slogan which means “Speak up”
Agbada is a four-piece flowing male attire mostly worn in southwestern Nigeria.

If Love is Our One and Only

If love is our only language
no one will miss our message.

If love is our only possession
We’ll have no room for oppression.

If love is our only attraction
no one will drown in distraction.

If love is our only addiction,
We will all rise above restrictions.

If love is our only choice
everyone will have a voice.

If love is our only meal
everyone will work with zeal.

If love is our only currency
we will all trade with urgency.

If love is our only energy
we won’t struggle for synergy.

If love is our only source,
we won’t need any resource.

If love is all that we need…
no one will gather gains in greed.

If love is our one and only
we won’t be limited or lonely.

© Adeleke Adeite

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