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
Saturday 27 September 2025

Thorns of the Day ‎

Today is thorned by self-made kings,

‎Whose bristles pierce like poisoned stings.

‎With unabashed joy, they pillaged wealth,

‎And now they dine while the poor can’t see.

‎With spilled cups, looters roam freely.

Fueled by our perspiration, they indulge themselves.

As though the coin were related to water,

‎Flowing like streams they bathe within.

‎But hunger stalks the dusty street,

‎Inflation scorches weary feet.

‎Taxes arrive in endless trains,

‎Each one a chain, each one more pains.

The helpless gasp, their slender voices,

‎For jobs are scarce, none let them in.

‎A mother’s breast runs dry, yet still,

‎A single drop keeps life until.

‎For in her flow lies humankind,

‎The hope, the strength the poor may find.

‎But where’s the stream, the trade, the bread?

‎Our microeconomies lie dead.

‎Vegetative like the crowd,

‎Silent, listless, yet unbowed.

When will the wicked be held accountable?

‎When shall the gavel crush their gate?

‎O day of justice, rise and flame!

‎Let truth consume the liar’s name.

‎Till then, we chant, we bleed, we fight,

‎For dawn will come to slay the night.



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