Ajulo David
Biography: Ajulo, David Olufemi is a multifaceted professional whose career and passions span technology, literature, business, and agriculture. Trained as a Telecom Engineer, he has built a solid reputation in the world of communication technologies, ensuring innovative solutions that connect people and empower industries. Beyond engineering, Olufemi is an internationally recognized Sales Professional, celebrated for his outstanding ability to build relationships, inspire trust, and deliver results across diverse markets. His creative spirit finds expression in revolutionary poetry, where his words resonate deeply with audiences, weaving themes of humanity, egaliatrian society, resilience, and the beauty of existence. As a passionate poultry farmer, Olufemi demonstrates his belief in self-sufficiency and sustainable living, nurturing not only livestock but also a philosophy of responsibility and care for the earth. At his core, Olufemi is a lover of nature and all that is good to behold. Whether through professional excellence, poetic insight, or his agricultural endeavors, he embodies a rare balance of intellect, creativity, and a profound appreciation for life’s simple yet profound wonders.
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Thursday 18 September 2025

My Four Cousins

From time immemorial, hunger’s decree,

Keeps mankind hanging on misery’s tree.

Fuel feeds engines, food fuels breath,

Without the stomach, the body meets death.


In foreign lands, the poor are fed,

While here, our leaders tax the bread.

Arable fields in endless span,

Yet famine thrives on the richest land.


Golden crumbs, the table denies,

Three meals vanish, replaced with sighs.

But when despair begins to bite,

My four bold cousins march to fight:


Garri the gritty, groundnut fried,

Sugar the sweet, milk skimmed and dried.

No subsidy plans, no lofty speech,

Just simple cousins within our reach.


Through SAP’s torment, through Booharry’s jest,

Through subsidy burials and Naira’s unrest,

Through ration drops from three to one,

You kept the fire, though hope was gone.


O mighty cousins, you mock the grand,

Who squander riches of fertile land.

While they debate in lavish halls,

You fill the bowls in empty stalls.


Great saviours of the common plate,

Scorn to leaders who starve the state!

Garri, groundnut, sugar, milk—

Humble heroes in rags, not silk.



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