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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Ajulo David
Wednesday 24 September 2025

The Betrayed African Tree

A tree once stood, both proud and tall,

Its roots were deep, its shade for all.

It fed the poor, it gave them rest,

Its branches wide, its soil was blessed.


But vultures came with crowns of lies,

They plucked its fruit, they bled its skies.

They stole the rain, they scorched the ground,

And left the tree with none around.


So children fled on broken wings,

To foreign lands, to stranger kings.

One froze in Canada’s bitter snow,

Another burned where deserts glow.


One crossed the seas to chase a dream,

One drowned in America’s stream.

The last in London walks the mist,

While parents weep with clenched-up fist.


And who is blamed for this despair?

The rulers fat on stolen share!

They sell our gold, they eat our grain,

And laugh at families split in pain.


O wicked hands that call it “rule,”

You turn the land to ash and school—

Where lessons teach us how to flee,

And lose the bonds of family.


No tree can live when roots are bound,

By traitor kings who scar the ground.

No branch can stay when hope is gone,

When thrones are built on what’s undone.


Rise, O children, cry and see:

The crime is not in you or me.

It lies in hearts that chose to reign,

By trading life for private gain.


So hear this truth, let voices ring—

We curse the shame our leaders bring!

A tree betrayed will bow and fall,

Unless we fight to save it all.



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