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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. The number to reach him is 07061394472.

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Sunday 19 October 2025

THE SYRINGE AND THE SCEPTRE

THE SYRINGE AND THE SCEPTRE

By David Ajulo

They come again, with coats so white,

Smiling faces, polished bright —

Bearing needles of promise thin,

To pierce our faith, not just our skin.

They whisper “health” in tongues so sweet,

But history limps on wounded feet;

Kano’s children still haunt the night,

From trials done in foreign light.

Burkina heard the chant before,

“Malaria cured!” — behind that door,

Sterility wore a hidden crown,

And futures there were quietly drowned.

Now PrEP appears, a saviour’s guise,

But wisdom sees through foreign eyes;

For those who lost the race to tech,

Now seek control through human necks.

They say, “Be safe, inject, comply,”

But who will ask the reason why?

When hunger feeds the spread of sin,

And poverty births death within.

Forty dollars! — in this land of sweat,

Where dreams are pawned to pay one’s debt;

Why buy the cure they claim to sell,

When clean hands, hearts, and homes do well?

Abstinence, truth, and love’s restraint,

Need no syringe, nor saintly paint;

Our cure is not in western labs,

But in the strength our conscience grabs.

O Africa, rise — your womb is gold!

Do not let strangers make it cold;

Guard your genes, your seed, your name,

For health with chains is health in shame.

Let science serve, not sell, your fate;

Let honour build your healing gate.

For freedom’s drug is brewed within,

Not bought with needles, nor with sin.

So stand, my people — wise, aware,

Your blood is yours, beyond repair.

Let not their “help” your soul control —

Be whole in body, mind, and soul.

© 2025 David Ajulo. All rights reserved.

“The Syringe and the Sceptre” — an original poem by David Ajulo.

No part of this work may be reproduced or adapted without the author’s written consent.

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