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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Saturday 27 September 2025

The Refinery Farm

Once upon a farm where crude did flow,

The animals dreamed of a bright new glow.

“No more hunger, no more strife,

Fuel will be cheaper, a brand-new life.”


But the lion roared, “All crude is mine,”

The goats and hens must fall in line.

Monkey dey work, baboon dey chop,

The lion’s belly full — the queues don’t stop.


The donkey asked, “Where is our share?”

The lion replied, “Export is fair.

Europe needs milk, their purse is wide,

You drink the froth, while I take the hide.”


The tortoise laughed, “Na story be this,

A pot of soup, yet we chop beans’ hiss.

One man dey cook, the rest dey wait,

Naija dey starve at refinery gate.”


The slogan read: “For Nigeria’s sake,”

But the lion grew fat, the farm grew fake.

For when one beast controls the barn,

The others graze on empty yarn.


So clap for the “Messiah” of oil and flame,

Whose gospel of profit is a rigged-up game.

Until many beasts can share the land,

We’ll eat from his hoof and drink from his hand.



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